I need you to tell me. I need you to tell me how much you love me. How much you care. I need the words to leave your mouth and come from your heart. I need them to touch my soul. I need to embrace them. I need you to tell me. To tell me how we met, how we cared for another, how we loved, each day, each month, each year that passed. I need your words to comfort my…my questioning soul of confusion. I need to understand. This is what you want. This is what you need. I am what you want. I am what you need. I am who you love. I need you to tell me how much you love me and I need to be able to tell it to you back. Please, if it’s the last thing you do, if it’s the last words we ever share together. Tell me. Tell me it was love.
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