I love you, I say. This makes you happy, I know. Today I want to love you and make you laugh. I cannot guarantee that tomorrow I will feel the same. Maybe I will want a separate room tomorrow. I may not even come home.
You ask me how I feel. I am brutally honest. Today, that is good.
Unfortunately, my reality changes every day. I am ephemeral.
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