He's really here.
I can see him.
He really came back.Hi.
That's what I told him when I open the door.
But that's not what I wanted to say.
I want to apologize.
I wanted to say I love you.Aren't you going to invite me in?
Yeah. Come in.I was shaking.
But I'm not scared.How are you?
F..fine. You?
Better.I was never been better when he left.
I wanted to tell him that.Come on, he just want you to apologize.
I..I'm..I...
What's that?I shake my head slowly.
I wanted to do it but I can't.
Why is it so hard?May I?
He pointed on the couch and I nodded at him.
He sat. He crosses his legs then untangle it again.
Well...
Yes?Let's talk. Let's recall what happened.
Uhmm..okay.I sat in front of him.
Am I ready to talk to him?We stared at each other.
Then look at the other direction.
But I keep on looking at him.
He looked back.He fix his hair.
Okay so...

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SCOTT
أدب الهواةScott is his name.. He loves me. He's always there. He would never leave me.