A week later, going through the boxes upon boxes of things that had been left behind intestate, a piece of paper fluttered to the ground. It was a recent writing, not more than a month old, and it read:

I never said I loved you
Out of fear it wasn’t so
I never thought I loved you
‘Til I watched you go
I never learned I loved you
I found I’d always known

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