100 ways to say “I love you”

His pen still sits in the mug

intermingled with my favorites

and broken pencils without erasers

I grab it, think of


We each had our favorite

Made it a point to know

and buy them as stocking stuffers


His plant still sits on my sill

twice the size than when he gave it

Among white pots, green leaves

I water it, think of


He brought it nervous to my door

one special night

a memory, thriving in the sunshine


I marvel at the 100 ways

we discover to convey

I love you


I water the plant

years later

I find myself wanting to return

your pen

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