Charlxx I love you.
Because she means so much to me, and because I love her so. Because we've been through so much together, I will never let her go.
Too see her everyday, as she comes to me for a hug. I smile, and she smiles. She makes me happy, I love her, and I hope that she loves me. In the morning when I wake up, when I know, that once again I will have to face him, and I will have to face my best friend all over him, I think about seeing her. And instantly, I look forward to going. I get up earlier, and leave the house earlier. All so that I can see her, before I see anybody else.
And as I walk towards the gate, and see her looking for me. I look at her, admiring her. Her beautiful face. She spots me and walks right over. I sign shes happy to see me. Then the lessons, the wait. Until break, when at last I can see her another time. And our bond grows, it gets stronger everyday.
The trust, the happyness and the fact that I love her more than anything, Means so much too me. And if I ever had too lose her, I think I would actually die. Just the thought of not being able to see her smile everyday. Not seeing her beautiful glowing eyes, looking into mine. It makes me feel sick to the stomache. I love her, love her, love her.
Shes hurt me, but I've hurt her more. And because she has forgiven me, I love and trust her more. I adore her. And people will never know how much I love her. And in my other stories, where I have said that I love him more than words can say. I love her more than that. I love her, more than I love him. She's the one that I need in my life to make it complete.
I just want to hold her hand and make sure that nobody hurts her. She has been through enough. And she doesn't deserve anything else. And now, I've finally realised that I.
I just can't let her go.

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