Let Them Eat Cake
Every Thursday for 2 years we’d meet at our cafe
For a slice of cake.
For 2 years I loved her in silence.
And counted down the days until the next Thursday.
Today I found courage.
“Can I tell you something?”
“Anything,” she said.
“I hate cake."
She smiled.
“So do I.”
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