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When we were 19 you confessed.

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We sat in our usual seat when you closed your laptop and sighed. I looked up at your frustrated face.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"I can't do this anymore," you said seriously.

"It's just an essay," I laughed.

"No, not the essay- not that I want to do that either," you said.

"Then what is it?" I asked, also closing my laptop.

"I love you," you said. I smiled taking it as a friendly 'I love you'.

"I love you too," I laughed.

"No, I mean I love love you," you said. I raised my eyebrows. "I mean, I love you. I love you more than a friend," I smiled and grabbed your hand.

"I love you too, hobie," I smiled, ruffling your hair.

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With the accepted confession we started walking to the café together hand-in-hand, but I still knew something was wrong and stayed up at night for weeks trying to figure it out.

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