Under the last dust.

I sit here trying to compose the contents to a card, the only card I am sending out this year after years of not bothering with the whole xmas thing. It's weird how you have all these bajillion things to say on a day to day basis, but summarizing an entire relationship with someone, anyone, into a couple of meaningful, poignant sentences is surprisingly the most difficult thing to do. I'm probably thinking too much into it -- it won't matter, not really, no -- but despite the lack of pressure, anything short of perfect just seems an almost sacrilege.

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I lost myself the day I found you.