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So many things have come to the surface, and I believe that is why you ran. You knew what you had done, and you knew it would eventually come out. I really don't care. I wish you could have been honest and open with me. All the secrets is what translated to all the doubt.
I knew when you were lying. Every time. I just wanted to hear things from you, from your side. Instead you for some reason felt guilty about things, so you hid them from me and lied to cover your tracks. I hope one day I'll know if they were just words you mustered up to keep me around, or if you truly meant what you said.
I want to tell her that I fell in love with her. That she's all I've been thinking about since I last saw her, and all I can think about is how much I can't wait until I can see her again in a few weeks.
How when I put my arm around her, she squeezes me in closer and tighter.
How when we're cuddling watching a movie, she lets me stroke my hand around her body, even to places I thought I'd get slapped for going.
By not putting it into words, we've been able to avoid all the messy complications that could get in the way. How she's still technically seeing someone else. By not yet being a thing, we've survived... but by talking about it, putting it into words I risk either making it so, or destroying any chance it had once we have to talk about the realities of what we're doing.