"I love you!" He shouts at her. "Well I don't love you." She fires back. "Because if I loved you, then I would notice how you tap your foot when you're nervous. And how you bite your lip when you're concentrating. And how you always, always put pepper on first, then salt. If I loved you then I would know you hate dancing, which makes sense because if I loved you I would know you're a terrible dancer. I would know that you can't look in the mirror for too long because you have your fathers eyes, and those remind you of him leaving. I would know that the reason you don't drink isn't just because you hate the taste of whiskey. I would know that the ocean was your safe haven, your escape. I don't love you." She ends, her lips trembling. She stares into those green eyes of his, her breath shaking, those words she had just spoken finally hitting her. " But maybe, maybe I do."
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