You pass by and i whisper.
a whisper not meant for you to hear.
a whisper clearly not for anyone to know about.
only the wind hears me. he bears my message with him as he blows on your face and your hair.
you hear the wind making the leaves and your clothes rustle and as it whistles through the sky...but not those words that it has.
those words i have longed to say to you.
those words I secretly want to hear from you.
here comes the wind.
i love you.
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