A message I will not relay: My flattery was actually sincere the other night. I think as highly and as well of you as I implied. Really, I think the world of you and often imagine myself in your presence.
A message more in-tune with how I communicate: We indeed are, as Sagan liked to say, the stuff of stars; your magnitude, however, is greater than mine and I could never hope to complement you as a binary.
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