"Do you think that, eventually, we all find someone to love?" He asked hopefully. She sighed. "We may find someone to love that doesn't love us back." He looked down at his shoes. She felt horrible for doing this to him, and with a frown she said, "I'm sorry, but I can't love you. At least not the way you need me to." He gave a small smile and shuffled his feet before looking at the city that was lit up before them. "You love him, don't you?" When she didn't answer, he nodded. "You love him," he decided. A small nod confirmed his question. "Okay." "Are you mad?" He chuckled. "No, I'm not mad. Disappointed? Yes, but never mad. Not at you." Again she said, "I'm sorry." "I know you are, but you can't help who you fall in love with. And that's the thing about love; it's such a beautiful thing, in which you can't describe. But when you finally find it, you try your best to absorb the most that you can, but when the one you love doesn't love you as well, you can't help but let them go, because you love them, and you want them to be happy. And I want you to be happy, and that's why I'm not mad. I know you love him, so I'm letting you go." She shakily sighed and turned to him. "Will you hurt him?" "No." "Why not?" "Because hurting him would be hurting you, and I can't hurt you." And that's when she kissed him.
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