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Friday, June 10

Still

I still wait, quietly now. The noise has died down. The incertitude. The whys.
Resigned but stubborn in my love, this is unlike the last time. Unlike any other time.
You still act like you don't know that I love you. Will my telling you make a difference?
Why would you think that an absence of a few days, months, or seven years would change anything? I'd still be there, anywhere, still choose you, anytime.

Photo by MartaSyrko

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