Do you know what it's like to have someone know you? You piss them off, they piss you off. You scream and shout and yell and disagree and get pissed in general. But they get you. Even when they don't understand shit, why you are the way you are, and you don't get why they can't do things the way you want them to. They honestly get you. And actually want you. After all that. After everything. They want to be with you. Like you get them. Want to be with them. Want to wake up in the morning with that face.
That's being blessed.
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