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Feb 2016
He never kisses me hello or goodbye.
He never tells me I'm beaufield of that he loves me.

He does;
pour my wine, open my medicine, and gets me a glass of water at 4am.
He knows how I like my sandwiches cut and he learns to play my favorite songs.

Is that love?

Or is it the least he can do?
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