...You're you. [a beat, then she sits up, looking down at him, some of her curls still tangled in his fingers or dangling over him.] And what you are to me is...so tangled up in what I knew, that it really isn't fair to say it's what you are. The you of right now.
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[oh gods dammit.
well.
WELL, LIKE.
]
...You're you. [a beat, then she sits up, looking down at him, some of her curls still tangled in his fingers or dangling over him.] And what you are to me is...so tangled up in what I knew, that it really isn't fair to say it's what you are. The you of right now.