“I love you”, he used to say.
It’d make her squeal with glee.
Just the mere sound of his voice was enough,
To fill her with ecstasy.
Though once he knew he had her,
He took her only for granted.
He’d vanish without a word for months
While she bade her time and waited.
Yet, every time he’d come back to her
And she’d welcome him with open arms.
Because “I love you”, is what he’d say.
And for her that was enough.
Then time took its toll on her,
As the cycle repeated itself.
“I love you”, he said after pulling another Houdini.
He sounded bold and resolute,
Confident of her response.
Instead it made her Cringe and wince today,
Like a physical blow to the face.
Nothing he said could hide now
The hollowness of his heart.
So she kept the phone without a word,
Defeated by the truth
She had till now chosen not to embrace.
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