This poem came to me on an early Sunday morning. In the weeks leading up to its inception, I had been pondering the concepts of community, of love, of belonging. I kept coming back to this concept of how beautiful love of all types is—even when it’s not returned. It is simply a beautiful thing to have loved someone or something.
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I used to dream about you.
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This poem came to me on an early Sunday morning. In the weeks leading up to its inception, I had been pondering the concepts of community, of love, of belonging. I kept coming back to this concept of how beautiful love of all types is—even when it’s not returned. It is simply a beautiful thing to have loved someone or something.