I hope you never know what I did to love
you. I hope they never tell you. I hope you never know the risks I took, the
doubts I fought off, the tears I wiped away and the heart that ached all too
long. I hope you never know what I did in the name of love, for you – because I
don’t want you to love me back because I did them, I want you to love me
because. Full stop. End of explanation. Because words aren’t enough and breath
too few and life too short and moments too fleeting to tell of the love you
have for me. Full stop. Not enough, so just because. That is what I did it for,
nothing more, nothing less. Than love.
[Image: Akila Berjaoui - of course of course]

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