I know it's as easy to wreck by what I do say, as what I do not.
You know I am a liar by omission, eaten away from what is withheld.
I wanted to cry but couldn't.
I said, "There are are so many things that I want to tell you but can't."
You said, "me too."
And then you said, "and that's okay."
It felt so new but so good, and new things never, ever feel good. I loved you so much on that day, and every day since.
I could get too involved and burn it down in my efforts, or destroy this from a lack of trying.
There is such a risk in what I'd like to, need to say and do, but you know now I would do anything in the world for you.
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