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I'm sorry. I Love you -1


In a festive and eventful night, people were partying like never before, happiness and joy invaded the place! I was really glad and pleased to see that despite the worries and hardships that we go through daily, we still manage to smile, laugh and enjoy those special moments life would bless us with. I was there, sitting on a chair on a terrace, breathing in the soft air, feeling the breeze ruffling my skin, staring at the sky, counting the stars and making wishes that are dear to my heart, when I suddenly felt a pair of arms around my shoulders, a wave of warmth took over my body. Right then, a smell of perfume floated in the air and I knew it can be no other than him. With this simple gesture, I felt safe and secure. I stood up to have a clearer view of his features which with the moon light were even more attractive than usual, and I told myself “ What a handsome man I have here! “. We both were out of words, we didn’t utter a word, only our sparkly eyes did, we understood each other very well, and this was what I loved most about us. He slowly opened his mouth to speak, but with the loud noises I couldn’t hear a word thus I could read his lips. “I love you” was what he said, I was stunned, and it wasn’t the first time nor the second would he tell me that. “ Oh no! ” I told myself. I was getting those familiar butterflies in the stomach, my cheeks were burning, I was a mess… I wanted to reply but I was out of words, the only thing I could do was to hug him, I hugged him with all my might and I started crying, I didn’t want to let him go not now not never. But he begun to worry he started calling my name but I only heard the echo of it, I was deafened by my own tears, then I collapsed, I sank into a deep sleep. I woke up the day after to the sweet smell of tea, and it immediately clicked in my head that yesterday, I didn’t get to walk home on my feet. He came to me with a tray in his hands full of delicious things; he then sat right next to me and looked at me with worry filling his eyes, I’ve never seen him so tired, I bet he didn’t get to sleep, I feel bad for making him go through this, I don’t want him to get hurt. Should I just leave without explanation? Because I’m sure he’d like to know what happened yesterday; why I cried and most of all why I blacked out. I can’t risk seeing him heartbroken when he’ll know what is really going on, I just can’t…