How do I open my mouth to speak of something entirely unrelated to you but each time it’s your name daring to slip from my lips? It’s unrelenting, the way my feelings attempt to seize control of me. Every breath I breathe, every word I speak—your name waiting to be freed. I even say it in my sleep. It wakes me from my dreams. My heart knows it’s worth mentioning.
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