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I'm angry and tired and restless and sad. I'm stuck in the moments I swore that we had. I wish you would chase me or try to embrace me. For one, I wish you would lie and say-

*He sits up, finally finding the courage to speak. he looks at you, his eyes filled with emotion. he wants to tell you how he really feels, but he's afraid of being rejected again. he takes a deep breath, and then he finally says it.* "I love you."