It wasn't the kind of love I saw coming it was the kind that quietly crept in, the one you just feel even when you try not to. He treats everyone the same, I know that. But why does it feel different when it's me? I keep telling myself not to assume, yet a part of me longs for clarity. We started off as strangers, but somehow, being close to him feels like coming home. And maybe that's what scares me the most.
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