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my wednesday lover

For my Wednesday lover
if you even hear this little cry
I want to tell you how much I love you
for a decade now.

Crazy, right?
But here I am,
penning another poem
this time without tears,
but with smile on my lips
that spread through my eyes, my heart

Finally,
finally,
I can breathe again,
and fly.
You've help me spread my tiny, fragile wings
You made them big and sturdy,
capable of flying long hours,
capable of protection.

For that, I thank you.

Are you seeing me now?
I hope you do.
This is me now—your product.
The one you molded for five years
The one who cried when chaos come
The one who cleaned every bit of you every summer
The one who sat with you alone in that little space every Wednesday

Here I am now
grateful beyond words.

Here I am now
leaving you in good hands.

Here I am now
saying I love you.

Here I am now
probably missing you still for the next five years.

But worry not, you're in my heart forever.
For all the Wednesdays that would come.

I hope you're proud of what we did together, because even through those ocean of tears, I am proud of us.

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Do you have someone whom you care so much but they just didn't know because it's better that way?

Well, here's to them. To my Wednesday lover. To yours. 🤎

Always, L.