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"Y-you love me?" He sniffles and I can hear the uncertainty in his voice. "Yes, no, I don't know." I jump up from the bed and run mt hands through my hair, still refusing to look at him. "I mean, yes, I do love you. I love you and it's absurd. I think I might even have loved you from that first day."