Remarkable

After all this time, he is still remarkable.
I still learn from and about him, and I never tire of his company. I know his stories and person as if they were written in me at birth and I'd just 3 years ago learned to read. I laugh and still find myself stolen in our little life together.
I base my idea of companionship on whatever it is that exists between us.
It is still surreal to see relics of his past and I still feel more whole in his seeing my own past and passions, as well. When he performs, I watch in awe because everything he could ever do on stage will always leap directly to my heart.
I discover an almost inconceivably familiar world in new ways with him, and in doing so everything around me seems to simultaneously spread out and pull me back in to the center of it all.
It is still remarkable to me how at ease I am in his company and yet still I grow excited just to chat over a cup of tea with him.
There is little joy like that which his influence has brought to my life, and it is remarkable- daily.
I do not know myself better than I do through him, and he is pretty fucking sweet.
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