A million times isn't enough.

For some reason, she returns to dark alleys each time to get glanced at by disappointment, and forlorn looks which she is well too familiar with. And summer sets in while they ignore the cold fingers that never gained warmth, no once until they embraced a reality of strong, hard, grips that could only strengthen what eyes never saw and what hands only slightly indicated once upon a journey.

"Love".

And it sounded like something special each time they said it.
Even though it had been said a million times over.
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