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There’s something about you that’s intriguing

You’ve intrigued this quiet mind

You’ve intrigued me like no other

Not in a sexual manner but in a manner

Of eager souls travelling and deep curiosities

In a manner of hey-let’s-sit-and-talk-about-you-over-coffee

Your mind is like a hand-drawn map

Messy, imperfect, complicated yet beautiful

And though I may not be the best reader of maps

I will spend hours trying to understand yours

Your map, your mind map

Is the only map I want to understand

I may not get the way right

I may lose my way but I would not mind

People say it’s not about the destination anyway

It’s about the journey

And my journey is you

So let me wonder, let me wander aimlessly

You’re like a puzzle that I will try to solve

Though again, I am not a big fan of puzzles

I will still sit and lie while carefully rearranging your tiny pieces

Of broken pasts and hopeful future

I will cautiously put your pieces back together

And even frame it if you want me to — for protection

The pieces I’ve mend of you may not be perfect

But I’ll still do it anyway

Because in the midst of piecing you back together

I was hoping that maybe I could find a piece of me in you

And when I find that piece —

If I find that piece

Maybe there is hope…