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'I love you.'

Three words from pursed lips straining to escape. Scared to be seen.
Hiding from the hot narrow light of an elder's indignant stare. 'Crazy,
wrong, insane' easily stem from the larynx, blossoming and choking the
other words around it. But...

'I love you.'

Seems so hard. Impossible when the gaze of weary tear soaked eyes are
hidden behind wires and microphones. Can't be typed, can't be spoken
without the touch of tender skin on flesh. Letters replace kisses
stolen from innocent lips, scared by the last theif who stabbed them
and left them for dead, bleeding by the pier. I will kill him I will
maime him, I will torture him, just to hear you say...

'I love you.'

Once promised never to be uttered but now uncontrolably flowing in to
the sliver of air that seperates our entwined vessels it rests, lovingy
caressing the memory it is creating. Arms wrapped and ppromises
exchanged, for moments in an asexual ecstasy. Love and only love will
dwell within these scared walls and that love is only for you.

'I love you.'

And I love you too.