I remember the tiny bits about you. The kind that stick to the skin like lint. That cling tightly to the soul and refuse to be pulled off.

Stubbornly these feelings don’t fade. They stoke themselves and burn ember red. Celebrating your presence like some unwritten ode.

This is how I know I love you beyond what I’ve let past my lips and to your ears.

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