between the silences i hear your words, repeated. the “this won’t work”, “i need more”, my tears roll as always. understanding your meaning, i brush them away. again you repeat the same arguments, spoken out loud to me, but the person you are trying to convince that this is right – even if it feels so wrong – that person isn’t me. it’s you.

between the silences, all i heard, was “i love you”.

i love you too. we’ll be okay on our own.

it was a pleasure to have been yours.

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