"I love you." Akver confessed.
"I love you, too." I replied.
"You confessed back."
"Yes, I did."
"I want to ask you something."
"What?"
"Are you hurt?"
"What? I am fine. I'm not in need of hospitalization."
"No, are you hurt by love?"
What? What is he talking about? I don't think so...
"Well, I think you are." Akver said.
"What? How do you know that?"
"Because you are afraid. Aren't you?"
"No, I don't think so..."
"Are you afraid of being beautiful?"
"What? No."
What is he talking about? Why would I be afraid of being beautiful?
"What? I'm glad."
"Did you just copy me?"
"Yep."
"Why?"
"I want to know everything about you. Like I said, I need help in originality."
"Uh, okay."
"So, you are not hurt, right?"
I'm not sure. But, I do have trust issues in love. I don't know why.
"I think you are hurt." Akver said.
"Really?"
"Yes. You are hurt in love. That's why you have trust issues. It's okay. You can trust me. I will protect you for the rest of eternity. Because I love you."
I cried in tears.
"Yes, I think I am hurt." I said.
"Really?"
"Yes, I think I am hurt in love because I was bullied for mistakenly being manipulated into having a crush on someone. After that, I started having trust issues."
"Okay, it's fine. I won't ever do that to you. Because I want you to love me, not only have a crush on me. I will never manipulate you. I promise."
"Okay."
"Here, let me hold you."
Akver held me in his arms. I cried in his arms.
"It's okay." Akver said. "I will protect you for eternity. I promise. I love you."
"Okay." I cried more.
"It's okay. Let it out."
I cried in his arms. He's right. I have been hurt. I was traumatized by love.
"I love you, Soera." Akver confessed.
"I love you too, Akver."
"Wow, you confessed to me once more. We confessed to each other."
"Yes, I know."
"You are no longer crying."
"No, I think I am fine, now. Thank you."
"Your welcome."
I held out of Akver's arms.
"Thanks-"
Akver suddenly held me more.
"Wait, what?" I got surprised.
"That's it? Why did you get out of my arms?"
"What? What are you talking about?"
"Answer me. Why?"
"Because I am done with healing."
"Well, I'm not."
"What?"
"I'm not done with healing."
"But I'm already healed."
"I'm not healed."
"Eh?"
"I'm hurt in love."
"What? Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because, I wanted to heal you first."
