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I love you. I have loved you from the beginning. You don’t, and that’s as fine as rain in summertime. I find joy in the simple fact that you are alive, blood racing, lungs filling and emptying over and over on this planet. It’s a love that has settled into a warm nest in my heart. It sometimes rubs raw, but I refuse to push or try again to let you know about my feelings. I love you. And I am content with that. —True
This article appears in Jul 7-13, 2016.