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Jun 2015
It no longer describes how I feel about you.
It's more than love because love is overused. It's thrown around. It's beaten. It has a bad reputation.

I could say, "I love you," and that could mean a million things. So instead, I say, "What are you doing Friday?" and "How was your day?"
I say, "Do you need new shoes? I see the holes in them," and "Your mom called to see how you're doing".

I do not say, "I love you," because I don't. I don't know what I feel, but I can tell you that it's so much more than love.
Oaklee Ohmie
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Oaklee Ohmie  UT
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