Wednesday, 2 August 2023

For him. To me

 These words I write, are for him.

He knows that. 

How? 

Because when I've composed something, I show him first. 

And he loves it. 

When I show these words publicly, he doesn't react to it.

Why? 

Because he already has. Privately. Intimately. To me. 

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