Love became a part of me like a mole or a freckle. Love was someone to hold on to because to me Love was something special. Love knew me as I knew Love, and even though Love could read my mind she was never really sure of me being in love. I would tell Love "I am in love with you." When she said she already knew that "I am in love with you." When she'd come back from having me on hold "I am in love with you." When she'd fall asleep "I am in love with you." When she'd wake up "I am in love with you." When she didn't believe it "I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU." Sometimes I wondered if maybe I told Love too much.
Love would spend endless nights with me over the phone pouring out all of her secrets. I was Love's heavy chest, when she was ready I was open for more. Love became my open door; my crutch. Love became the only thing I had going good. Whenever I was down Love gave me her soothing touch. Love picked up when I called, when I cried she was there. Love would spend long nights on the phone telling me how she dreamed of playing in my hair. Love was there, when no one else was. Love would say "I wish I could give you a big hug." Love was my friend.
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Short StoryAlthough this is a very real part of my life, it was not written to bash one of my exes. If that was the case I would've gladly given you her name. Enjoy!
