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"I did love him, but I couldn't stand the feeling of not reaching for an opportunity to save myself from guilt. I didn't wanna place a burden on him all I could do was take charge and listen to my voice, He needed me and I was there until I figured he didn't need me anymore. But I guess I was wrong."
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It was 8 o'clock at night, they were both at her apartment in her kitchen.
She felt his frame behind her as she wanted to step back but the two were too close together. She froze as he took the knife off the cutting board and started cutting the tomato into perfect dice's instantly. She looked a little over her shoulder just to lock eyes with him, he stoped cutting as their noses touched, their lips were just inches away from one another. She pecked her lips against his placing her hand in his blonde locs of curls, He placed his hand on her cheek.
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