I scared her off. I told her I loved her because I loved her and she got scared and ran.
I told her I loved her and she looked like she was trying to find a pause button so I told her it was no big deal I was just letting her know and she didn't have to say anything back if she didn't want to - so she didn't.
I told her again a week later and she looked almost upset that I told her but continued to say nothing and we pretended like nothing was wrong and we did the same things but it felt like we were just following a script and nothing felt natural anymore.
The third and last time I told her I loved her she got angry and told me that she knew I loved her and don't you think I feel awful for not being able to say it back and long story short I was thrown out of her flat and just like that everything I knew to be true suddenly wasn't.
We still saw each other at debating society as well as sometimes on my way to Starbucks and on her way to the gym.
It was a magical 2 months and the only thing that really made it bitter was the fact that I was still banned from the library for 3 more months after we broke up so there was no longer someone to laugh about it with or someone to spend my time with that I'd have normally spent at the library.
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1 Year
ChickLitWhat you are about to read is what this 2-month relationship could've been if we were 1 year older. The actual story is quite disappointing and underwhelming but this is what I think could've happened if it was 1 year in the future.
