Used to it
Get used to watching the sunshine flowing through your hair, and then the drops melt into a pool of tenderness like your eyes
I'm used to letting the breeze blow through your clothes, like a hint of fragrance in my nose
I'm used to taking you home, and then running in the opposite direction in a hurry
I'm used to seeing you biting the penholder and frowning, then suddenly smiling and writing furiously.
I'm used to the anxiety of calling your name in different tones and waiting for your response.
I'm used to stuffing bread into your mouth every morning and then feeding you milk until you scream, "I'm so full, so full."
I'm used to searching for you in the crowd because you take things so seriously that you even concentrate on walking and ignore my presence.
I'm used to having everything related to you, I'm used to having everything related to you, I'm used to blushing in front of you, I'm used to staying by your side.
In the future days without you, will I get used to missing you and caring about you?
In the long journey, will I get used to looking in the opposite direction at you?
Get used to it, get used to it
I have long been used to it, I love you.
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