When I call you ‘mine’, please know that it is never out of possession.
I call you mine because your name constantly travels through every wire of my brain. I call you mine because your laugh has made itself at home in my eardrums. I call you mine because your skin occupies every taste bud on my tongue. I call you mine because your name is etched into every corner of my soul. I call you mine because you’re in so much of my heart. I just can’t get myself to think of another name for how you’ve taken over me.
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