I love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for nothing else.

John Keats

you would listen to
my rambling diatribes
about life’s injustices.

you would hold me as i
shared my problems and
cried over life’s tribulations.

you would laugh with me
when we discovered another of
life’s little ironies.

i loved you the more for that.

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