"Now i'll take you home, ok?"
My heart skipped a beat the very moment i heard this.
"I don't wanna go home, i wanna be with you, even in an awkward and reluctant way, i just want to sit down and talk about the most silly and the most meaningful things and what you think and what i think... i want to cry, in front of you, instead of sitting in the dark crying alone, i want to hold your hand and not thinking about you holding her hand,...
Is that ok?
No... unfortunately/:)"
It doesn't feel right, at least now.
It'd be a lie.
I'd known, from the beginning, the fear of being lost, confused and the loneliness once i got home.
and i was right.
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