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Once, a while ago now, I looped some rope around my fingers, set off into the brambles of your chest and swung until I claimed the ultimate hoopla prize: that precious heart of yours. I tied the other end to my inexpensive own and ran like I always do, faded leather boots hitting the pavement like a drum beat, the billow of my clothes like sails in the kind of wind sailors' nightmares are made of. But now when yours aches, mine shudders; I wouldn't have it any other way.
My ribs were trembling last night and I couldn't figure out why, but it hit me a little later on. And I wanted you to know that nothing drains the life from me like seeing your face crumple. And I wanted you to know that I would offer up all my crooked teeth to aid your smile. And I wanted you to know that I lose a little faith in the universe's choices each time it throws bad luck your way — fate's no friend of mine while it's dealing you the losing hand. I'm nothing special, but this attachment is no reflection on me. It has your eyes, your extraordinary energy, your overpowering brilliance, and it holds my bones in place each night almost as well as you would if you were here.

Description
Once, a while ago now, I looped some rope around my fingers, set off into the brambles of your chest and swung until I claimed the ultimate hoopla prize: that precious heart of yours. I tied the other end to my inexpensive own and ran like I always do, faded leather boots hitting the pavement like a drum beat, the billow of my clothes like sails in the kind of wind sailors' nightmares are made of. But now when yours aches, mine shudders; I wouldn't have it any other way.
My ribs were trembling last night and I couldn't figure out why, but it hit me a little later on. And I wanted you to know that nothing drains the life from me like seeing your face crumple. And I wanted you to know that I would offer up all my crooked teeth to aid your smile. And I wanted you to know that I lose a little faith in the universe's choices each time it throws bad luck your way — fate's no friend of mine while it's dealing you the losing hand. I'm nothing special, but this attachment is no reflection on me. It has your eyes, your extraordinary energy, your overpowering brilliance, and it holds my bones in place each night almost as well as you would if you were here.