At 3 o’ clock in the morning

by Delilah

At 3 o’ clock in the morning, I tire of guessing-games and careful pretenses. Of the hours in my day, this must be the most honest of all. When pride becomes redundant and giving myself away is of no consequence, there’s no need for denial nor acknowledgment. Everything is simple and devoid of analysis. At 3 o’ clock in the morning nothing else matters but that I love you. Regardless.

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