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He's different. He understands country life. He's a Christian. His friends listen to the same music as me and do fun, exciting things that I wish I could do. He makes me want to scream, cry, yell, and laugh all in the same minute. He makes me want to be free. He makes me want to say 'screw everything' and hop in a truck with the windows rolled down blaring heavy metal. He makes me feel like I can trust him, even when he was a complete stranger to me. I told him something in a blink of an eye that took me five years to tell my best friend. He feels like my best friend even though we barely know anything about the other. He makes me feel like I could do anything in life with him right next to me or on the sidelines cheering me on. He gives me the feeling of freedom I have never felt before.

But he doesn't even know any of this because I am too afraid, or too stubborn, or too worried, or too weak to tell him, fearing he will never feel the same, or worse, run away.


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