"Tell me," He whispered, holding my hand, with the sea breeze blowing through my hair as we walked along the white sand shore. "I can't," I said, holding back my tears. What if he doesn't feel the same? What if we're only best friends? "You know you can tell me anything," He pleaded, his eyes looking into mine. Those eyes. I love those eyes. Right now they looked hurt, And I hated that they looked that way. The beautiful, blue, heavenly eyes I loved welled up. I had to tell. It was now or never. "I love you."
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