Dear....

Dear You


Sometimes I think we know what we feel, but we don't want to admit it. If I am ever right about that, then I think we all know why we don't want to admit it too. And that's okay. Really. Because if breaking the silence means losing what we both have now, then I'd rather keep the silence.

Thank you, for being the best thing that happened to me this year.


Love
Me

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