Nate,
Where does my love go when I tell you I love you?
Does it kiss your cheek like a breeze, or does it echo in an airless void?
Where do my tears for you go?
Do they whisper to you as a brook, or sweep past you as a current?
My aching for you…
Do you feel my heart reaching for you? Or am I grasping at empty air?
My faith says my words go to God, but my doubts and insecurities blind me.
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