we slept in the same bed.
there was never a right time to say it.
it was always unnecessary.
the books in my father’s shed were sighing.
the sheets were rising and falling around me with your breathing.
i thought about waking her.

but it was unnecessary.
there would be other nights.
and how can you say i love you to someone you love?
i rolled onto my side and fell asleep next to her.
here is the point of everything i have been trying to tell you…
it’s always necessary.
i love you,…
'jonathan safran foer'

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