"Say it."
Every day, she wanted me to say it.
"Come on, say it!"
Some days she'd be coy and playful about it.
"You gonna say it or not?"
Other days, she was insistent, angry almost.
"If you don't say it..."
She'd threaten, cajole, beg even on a couple of occasions.
"Why won't you say it?"
She just couldn't understand my reluctance.
"We need to see someone, try to get to the bottom of why you won't say it."
Eventually I had to tell her what she needed to hear.
"Why won't you say you love me?"
"Because I don't."
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