There were thousands of I Love You’s.
Some were filled with a fiery warmth as they exploded from lips, others were quietly yet intensely whispered on doorsteps in the dark.
Some were written in a variety of ways and propelled forth to their targets through a variety of mediums.
Some were lit large across the sky.
Some were small notes hidden in shoes.
Some were the first magical combinations of that irreplaceable three word mantra, others were uttered quickly, accompanied by backward glances and flashes of guilt.
Some will always be true.
Some were never meant at all.
What do I care?
All the I Love You’s are the confetti crushed on the heel of the divorce lawyer emerging from the registry office.
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