Because It's True
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Sherlock couldn't believe what he was hearing: what she was asking was the impossible, wasn't it?
Closing his eyes again he tried to say it the way she wanted it. "I... love you."
It sounded more forced than the actual truth, causing him to shake his head violently. Taking another shaky breath, Sherlock searched his inner thoughts. He remembered every moment they spent together; every conversation; every laugh; every awkward moment; every cup of coffee; every unspoken word; every kiss on the cheek; every minute he wished he had spent admiring her beauty. He recalled every one of those short moments of emotion and put it into just three little words:
"I love you."
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