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eleven

"how long do

you think

before it takes

us away?"

i asked,

and i was a 

little bit

hesitant.

we were

eating breakfast

in the—your—kitchen.

i didn't

know that

you liked

to bake.

your homemade

egg pie

reminded

me of my mom.

you were sitting

right beside me,

and honestly,

you looked adorable

with your bed

hair and sleepy

eyes, still

clad in your

sleeping clothes.

you still

looked

breathtaking,

and i didn't

tell you that

you had a

crumb on your

chin.

"i

don't know,"

you answered

after some time.

"it could be later,

or tomorrow,

or even tonight."

i nodded,

looking back

down on

my empty plate.

i still could

taste the

egg pie

in my mouth.

"i want to stay,"

i said again,

and finally, 

you

replied, 

"me, too."