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1:12 on a Tuesday, you were tipsy, you were shy,
you sent three words and then unsent them in the blink of an eye.
But I was faster than your panic, I was faster than your fear,
I took a screenshot, and it's still right here.

I've got a screenshot of the first time you said it,
before you took it back, before you could forget it.
It's in a folder with my passport and my rent,
the only proof you meant it, the only time it was sent.
So say you never loved me, say it was the wine,
I've got it in my camera roll: Tuesday, 1:12, one line.

Now you're telling all our friends that it was never really real,
that you were never in it, that you never felt what I feel.
And I don't fight, I don't post it, I don't send it back to you,
I just open it some nights, to remember it was true.

I've got a screenshot of the first time you said it,
before you took it back, before you could forget it.
It's in a folder with my passport and my rent,
the only proof you meant it, the only time it was sent.
So say you never loved me, say it was the wine,
I've got it in my camera roll: Tuesday, 1:12, one line.

One day I'll lose this phone, one day it'll fade to gray,
but I'll still know, for one second, you said it anyway.

So tonight I sent it to you, no caption, no reply,
and you typed it back again, and this time you didn't hide.
No unsend, no panic, no "I didn't mean it", no wine,
just you, and three words, and the time: 1:12, mine.

I love you...
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