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As she looks at a picture of his face and she knows who she is, who she was, and who she is going to be. His skin is home to hers. His kiss is real to her because her heart has dreamt it endlessly. She woke up one day knowing each curve at the end of his smile, the contradicting look in his eyes to the expression on his face, the love poured out in every word he has ever said. She knows him, and in knowing him, she is at peace with herself.