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It's been 3 months, He broke up with his girlfriend.

We are still close friends, and I was there to comfort him when he needed it.

He made my heart break when he came to me crying, I welcomed him with open arms.

He rambled to me about how they broke up.


I had to sleep over at his house because he said he needed me.

I knew he only meant it as a friend.

I still beat myself up for liking him so much.


We laid in bed laughing and talking about everything.

At that moment I realised that I didn't like him. I love him.


We just kept talking until he eventually fell asleep next to me.

I smiled at him sleeping and whispered 3 words I've always wanted to say to him.

"I love you"


I smile at the sad silence that came right after that, but a sound interrupted it.

Not a sound but a voice.


I look to where the sound had come from.

He repeated the same sound. 

No, not sound. 





Words.












"I love you too,"

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