My person, the one I made from string and paper and glue, is eating a snack before bed, and moaning about how things aren't the way she wants them to be, while simultaneously telling me about stuff she likes.
I am reminded of quite how much I love her. My heart saw fit to explode into an infinite shower of overwhelming shiny when I first saw her, and I've never quite been the same since. Frustrating, exasperating creature. The source of infinite joy.
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