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A talk in bed

  • I know your poems are about him. How did he hurt you so much – he asked.
  • It wasn’t him, it was me – I replied.
  • How?
  • I love him more than I love me.
  • I love him more than I love me – he repeated.
  • That’s what I said. – I answered
  • You said it in present, not in the past tense.
  • When it comes to him and I nothing will ever be in the past. Love never ends, it just transforms, but it’s always present.

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