I couldn't do it.
What?
I said I couldn't do it. I went to see him. But I couldn't do it. I just could not forget you.
Come on.
It's true. I saw his face, and there was your face. I saw his lips, and there were your lips. I caught his scent, and there was your scent. All I felt, the only urge I suddenly had was a desperate longing for you. And I know why that happened.
So?
I love you.
Oh.
It's true. I cannot help it, at this very time and space.
Well. What can I say.
You don't need to say anything. I already have. For the both of us.
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