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Nov 2014
I love you.

And as many times as it’s almost come out of my mouth, attached to a “good night"or a “good morning…have a good day,” it doesn’t get past my lips.

A couple of times, I thought that maybe in the midst of my sleep I had mumbled it to you…and that maybe you heard my quiet confession. But you’ve never let on.
And you should know. By now you should know.
Written by
Mabel Dakota
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