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She turned to look at me this time, and she told me that she loved me too.”Most people are just wasting their time questioning the simplest of things. I believe that you feel the way you do and there’s nothing you can do about it. What do you know about love then?”

I struggled to find an answer, and then trailed off.

“You can try asking that girl who doesn’t even dare talk to you in real life, even after 8 years. I think she knows more about it than you do.”

She paused.

“If you have the ability to do what you want to, then what are you waiting for? It may turn out to be a terrible mistake later on, who knows. But didn’t we just talk about that – why bother so much about the future if you’re going to spend it regretting the past?”

I want to write a story about you.

I want to write a story about us.

I want you to be right there, safe among the pages in my little amateur novel, so the memories will never fade – this place, this face, this conversation, frozen in time.

~ by adneo on Monday, March 24, 2008.