me. you. we.

And I think of you whenever life gets me down
I think of you whenever you're not around
And you rest your bones
Somewhere far from my house
Yeah, but you still pull me home.

It's hard to articulate anything about this, because I feel it all so deeply.

You're my other. You're the me. I hate that I can't have you every day, but feel so comforted that you'll be there for me no matter where you are.

I love you so much, chicken.