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People ask me if I love someone. I do laugh, shake my head, and say no, love isn't my thing. What else am I supposed to say? How do I explain that there is a person who has become so woven into my soul that I find traces of him everywhere? How do I tell them that he exists in every prayer I whisper, every dream I chase, every song that suddenly feels too personal, every quiet moment when my heart is left alone with itself? People around me hears my answer, But my heart knows the truth. Yes, I love someone. I love you. I love you in ways that words have never been able to hold. I love you in the little things and in the impossible things. I love you in my reality, and I love you in the futures that only exist inside my imagination. I carry you with me through ordinary days and sleepless nights, through laughter and loneliness, through moments when I feel strong and moments when I completely fall apart. And the most painful part is that nobody knows. Nobody knows how often I wonder i...