dear jess,
who am i when you're not with me?
who am i when ive stopped moving,
who are you when you've stopped travelling,
when you're all alone and there is no one to define you, but you.
i become me, when you're here. i become great, when i am with you. i become who i think i was always meant to be.
how is it possible that i can only be me, with you?
yours,
jess
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