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Although everyone was looking at me when I entered the room, I was only focused on him. As soon as I walked through the doors and down the aisle, he was overjoyed and so was I.
There is no one solution, if any at all. For every answer you come up with, many more questions follow.
I'd almost sacrifice it all. But that's the thing, almost. Not everything.
Today, I opened the windows wide, and listened to the world around me.
I thought if you didn't show up, I'd have my answer. But I'm still waiting.
I must apologize, but it seems as if I don't have all the answers, if any at all.
She's doing her chores right now. She usually finds them unpleasant but necessary. Folding laundry? Check. Putting away the dishes? Check. Taking out the garbage? Check.
Other students had their suspicions and they had every right to. Because there was one thing tragically flawed with our student-teacher bond. I loved him and he loved me.
"What are you doing?"
"Working."
"Here?"
"You're judging me."
"I'm not."
"But you are."
I have forgotten why we loved so strongly, maybe I never really loved you.
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