Yes. I can. You love me.
You love me.
And we evolve.
I've been waiting for him to say this. I could see it on the tip of his tongue.
He came over to watch a movie and eat dinner, to spend time... not just fuck. So, we watched a movie, a little bit of it (Love Actually) and then had sex instead. A making of some kind of love.
What an interesting picture this paints.
I watched him sleeping. I looked at him and felt the same, I didn't shy away. He slept and curled up beside me - his spot. My spot being buried into his neck.
I don't know why I feel the way I do, but I'm good with it. It's hard to say, but
I love him, too.
I gave him the glass heart.
I'm afraid to love you, but I do... that different kind of love.
I love you.
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