The love I feel for her, this year,
is different from the love I felt last year.
And yet there is no question of admitting it.
Love is not a currency. It's not a coin with a fixed value.
It's an idea that recurs. It dies, is reborn.
Afresh and anew!
And yet there is no question of admitting it.
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beautiful... but what would change if you did (admit it)?
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