Wednesday

And if I were to say to you, that afternoon, that I love you. That's not what I meant to say. What I meant to say: Every time you ask me to do something, it's the only time I want to do anything for anyone. of course I will for others, but for you I want. There's something special in that right. Ok, moreover, when you tell me to stop.. then, then I want to carry on. Only for more of your concern - you can't give it out daily otherwise. I'm sorry, I realise that is so selfish of me. Like a luring curiosity that has settled upon my heart, a dagger in a bow, where feathers evasively escape, barely.  

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Where I barely escape the feeling that I had for you before. 

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But would I believe myself if I said they're actually gone. Yes I love you, but I don't love you.. see the difference? I do. 

P.s. I love you