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If you have to go,
I understand,
but I still want your imperfections
as much as I want you.

If you have to go,
I hope I was something to you,
because you were the 
greatest experience of my life.

If you have to go,
I wish that one day I'll find you again
in a coffee parlor
playing our game and listening to our songs.

If you have to go,
I want you to know that
you deserve the world and
someone much better than me. 

If you have to go,
I'll say those words again:
I 
love 
you. 

And maybe now
I can finally dance on the moonlit flowers
that you were so paranoid about me
getting lost in.
Maybe now I can 
wear that paper-thin gown you gave me
and run screaming through a supermarket
because I don't give a damn about what people think of me. 
Maybe now I can 
learn what love really is, rather than
the altered version 
I experienced.
And maybe now
I can finally be free.