an overdue note

the first time you told me you loved me was about four years ago.

it was an evening event, we were restless, and i was twiddling my fingers, when you called my name.

you had probably scarcely meant it, but your mouthing of “i love you” and tracing a heart in the air meant more to me than it should.

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