Edges

People are jagged edges.
Each nitch and pit, a different aspect of personality, a different characteristic.
When edges touch, they interact, each differently, each unique.
Most edges simply brush past each other, no impressions are made.
But, magic happens when edges catch each other.
Bonds form, some last days, and slip away.
Some last months, and rip away.
Some last years, and violently tear their way off.
With each separation, pieces of edge can break off, changing its form.
Sometimes mildly, sometimes serverly.
An alteration of surface, an alteration of personality.
A collision, A relationship.
Love.

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