you tell me of regretful days 
you lived before we ever met; 
and how you searched for something that 
you'd never had, and couldn't get 

and how you tried, and worked, and strove 
through every new direction 
to make, within the changing world, 
some kind of real connection. 

but searching -- that is what life is. 
to understand what we've not known 
requires in us sacrifice: 
way out beyond our 'comfort zone', 

we must explore. we trip, we fall. 
each minus lost, each newfound plus, 
becomes the person that we are: 
you're human, love, like all 

of us

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