Excerpt from a Book I will Never Write

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He told me he loved me first. And I told him I loved him, and even if I wasn't sure I did, I felt common courtesy to say it back. And maybe that was wrong of me, but then slowly began to realize that I loved him with all my being. I loved the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he laughed, the way his smile would bring a warmth to my chest which reminded me of a lazy summer afternoon, the way that he made me feel beautiful and strong even when I didn't believe it myself. I fell in love a little more each day. And by the end, I felt that the words "I love you" didn't even come close to what I felt for him.