I love you.
Not the kind of love that's fleeting,
but the kind that stays.
I love you.
I don't say it often,
'cause it's enveloped in my writing.
I love you.
More than the oceans between us,
more than the long distance
and sleepless nights.
I love you.
Your laugh, your stare, your story—
you—in every piece.
I love you.
Not the usual thing you hear,
'cause it's something you felt.
I love you.
And you know that.
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For all the love letters left unsent.
For all the "I love yous" left unreplied, and for all the replies left unsaid.