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One, is all I have. I picked up the phone and one voice is all I heard. One asking me "How are you?". One being there when I opened the door. and one saying goodnight with a show of care. Only one to say "Iloveyou." and really mean it. There is only one for now, but there was two. & all I will do is just wait. because I am tired of arguing with you. we both are.

So.. One, is all I have.