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My House

I loved her. There was no question about it. But I couldn't take any more.


"I want to go back to how we were," I whisper, looking into her eyes.

She looks at me, her brown eyes filled with pain.

"Me, too."

"Can we do this?" I ask, taking her hand in mine.

"Yes," she says immediately.

I don't know if I believe her.

"Tell me you love me," she whispers, leaning in.

I look down, and I can feel her breath on my lips.

It feels like forever passes before I whisper, "I love you."

She didn't say it back. 

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