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| xadel |
We'd been dating for almost year, and I felt frustrated. Neither of us were willing to be fully vulnerable with each other and our passions seemed to be dying a slow, quiet death. After another pleasant yet disappointing date, I finally felt armed to call it what it was (maybe). As we were wrapping up, I started to share my observations about our relationship. As we were nearing my front door, she stopped and turned, meeting my gaze more than usual. She said, "I don't know if this makes a difference, but I love you." I was floored. I might be able to dig up a journal and figure it out, but offhand, I don't remember what I actually said in response. I was certainly derailed from my vague plans to break up, and given plenty pause for thought. Things fizzled, nonetheless, and were cleanly severed by what felt like the ultimate_betrayal, but it still makes me think. |
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