Except, the fact that my heart keeps calling for your name.
For no apparent reason. I cannot help it.
And the pool accepts me as I am, gives me a space to repeatedly miss you, even as I was wondering if I should be. If not missing you is a more difficult task, then doing otherwise would make myself happier.
Breathe in, dive, float, breathe out. Even after 5 laps, my mind hasn't gotten rid of your name.
For you are special.
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