I

know they were only words. Three words. Three words in the back of my mind, like a melody slowly dawning, ready to be brought to life.

Love

is never simply. Three words. Three words unspoken, the echo of rain, the thunder of lament.

You

think that maybe she didn’t-maybe she did. She couldn’t say it aloud. She was never sure whether to add the last word.

Always

a risk. But in the end they were only words. Three words left to the silence. Three words she might always wish she had said.

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