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I walked around my hotel room, thinking back on Nikki. The things I've been dealing with revolve around her. I don't care that it took her this long to say something about the way she feels. I'm just wondering why it's taking me twice as long to admit that I feel the same.

I heard my phone dinged, I walked into the bedroom. Is it her?  I picked up the phone, the screen turning on. Charlotte's name popping up.. I shook my head and threw my phone on the bed. This shouldn't be this hard. 

Am I making this harder than it needs to be? I feel stuck.. I don't know what to do or think.. Of course, a part of me wants to run to her and just tell her but the other part.. I don't know what the other part of my wants.

I need to get out of here and clear my head.. Sitting here thinking back on her.. It's driving me insane. I grabbed my shoes and slipped them on, grabbing my phone, and walking out the door. 

This shouldn't be this hard.. I'm making this harder than what it needs to be..

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