When he kissed you slowly;
when he called you baby;
when he held your hand and
carefully traced his thumb
over the back of your hand;
when he pulled you close
and said, ‘stay, we have so much time.’
These were the moments,
small, quiet, euphoric moments
that look liked love, felt like love,
that could almost be love.
But every night when you fell
asleep, your heart remained still;
It didn’t ache nor flutter;
It didn’t hope nor despair.
So you know, you know, oh
you must know,
it never was love.
SW Altair 
Wow💕 I love this
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Thank you!💕
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My theory is that it may have been love. Just a different kind…
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Maybe it was..
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I really like ur stuff. It’s raw and bare. Thx for sharing.
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Thank you so much for reading 💕💕
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And if not… I wanted it to be…
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