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I don’t know you, but I want you… all the more for that

Now he knows how she feels, and he kind of knows how he feels. He doesn’t want to start things if they’re not going to be finished, but he doesn’t want to turn his back on what could be the best decision he ever made. So he just sits there, allowing the awkward silence to creep over, while in his head, he’s trying to figure out the words he’s going to say, the moves he’s going to make… but the looks he tries to hide, easily give him away. In his heart he knows, he might never be able to relive this moment again.

 

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