Part two:
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"I've liked you for a long time," you say quietly. You're still holding me, I'm still staring into the distance, completely unable to speak. "I know you don't remember... but two years ago I told you that I liked you."
I look at you quickly. I don't remember.
"It was right after I came out to you. But you told me you didn't feel the same way. You said you wanted us to stay just friends. I've been trying this whole time... not to like you." You break eye contact and look away.
"But-"
You cut me off, locking your eyes on mine. "You made it so hard, you know that? I just..."
I stare at you for a while, realising that you're not going to continue. "I've liked you for a year now," I feel breathless. "I like you. A lot..."
You break into a smile, looking over at me.
I feel myself about to cry again.
"You better not cry," you laugh, immediately pulling me into a hug. "I love you," you whisper.
I feel myself starting to cry and I can't even reply.
"Please tell me you aren't crying," you try to pull away but I hold you tighter.
I let out a laugh, "no way."
I am crying though.
I pull away, staring into your eyes... I...
You reach up and wipe a single tear from my cheek, but instead of pulling your hand away afterwards, you leave it, holding my face.
I'm about to-
"Do you want to be my kind of official- okay official official girlfriend?"
"A million times yes," you whisper.
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Being Pansexual
RomansaBeing pansexual... It's all a bit difficult when you're falling in love with someone you can't have. -- Notes on falling in love with my best friend, realising i'm pansexual and a few random other things story of my life
