If You Don't Know

If You Don't Know

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That one scene just replayed over and over in my head and I laid down on my pillow onto another hotel room awaiting till it was time to get up and go to the airport. "Jamie... I-I-" he stuttered at a lost for words "I don't know... this shouldn't have happened. I don't even know if we were really in love f-" "You mean... YOU didn't know if you actually loved me" I say cutting him off "I know how I felt... actually how I feel" "That's not what I was trying to say... of course I loved you... still do but I don't know if its still the same as before..." "Then if you don't know just let me go..." I stared into his deep blue eyes "What's the point in us being together when this relationship is just going downhill. When you don't even know how you feel?" -----------------
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