On the couch, in his arms.
Under the jackfruit tree, between the laughter.
In the house of memories, when I cried.
Behind the silent wall, with sweet kisses.
Shouted.
Low voice.
Murmured.
Pronounced clearly.
Seriously spoken.
Teasing tone.
Courageously uttered.
Whispered carefully.
It’s all felt the same when he said, “You’re the one I need”.
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