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"I love you Clayton. I love you so much. Please, hear me out."
And that moment, I knew that she did too. I touched her hand and cupped her face.
She is, as always, lovely. No matter what, she's breath-taking.
She looked at me and I smiled. The light from her eyes says it all.
She loves me just as much. I need not a word to prove I'm right.
She's telling me everything without even having to utter a word and a tear fell from her eyes.
I said to her again, "I love you."
And I closed the gap between us.
I kissed her and she kissed back.
At that moment, everything stopped. It's like the time stopped ticking and there were only the two of us.
Her lips was warm and tender. It was luscious.
It was more than tempting. It was incredible.
It was everything I could've asked for and more.
I didn't stop and so did she. It's like our lips were in sync and I can tell that she had wanted this just as much as I had been waiting for this moment.
Our lips lingered longer and longer and I wished for it to stay forever.
When our lips parted, she looked at me and cupped my face.
It was the most incredible thing I've ever felt in years of my existence.
She took a deep breath and smiled.
And she said to me the words that I will never forget.
"I love you too Dylan. Always."
And she gave me this, the one I'm holding onto right now.
She then held my hand and...
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I'm a mess. I've been a mess since that incident. I don't even know how I would talk to her or how to talk to her. I can't even think properly. It's like this feeling is taking the life out of me but there's no use in fighting it. I went to her house and she kept avoiding me. She won't even face me. I don't know what to make of it. I've never felt this way before and frankly, I'm not planning on letting it go anytime soon. I'm gonna fight for it no matter what. So while thinking about my next move, I went to the burger place to think and there...
I saw her. My heart started to race and it's like my mind is going in different directions but I regained my composure and walked up to her.
"Hey." I said to her.
She just looked at me.
"How are you?" And I gave her a weak smile.
No answer.
"Are you really not gonna talk to me?"
She sighed and turned the other way.
"Please, C. Talk to me. Look at me."
"We have nothing to talk about D. You should leave."
"Please, look at me." And I reached out to hold her hand.
She quickly grabbed it. "Just leave, D."
"I'm not gonna leave until you talk to me. So please Clayton, just talk to me."
BINABASA MO ANG
Diary of a Broken Heart
NouvellesQuestions filled my mind as I realized it. How did it began? How did it happen? Was I that oblivious? Or was I off-guard? Why wasn't I more careful? Why didn't I become more wary? Why did this have to happen? And most of all, How will I stop myself...
