Then he said, "love. I love you". When I asked him "what do you want?", I meant for later. For what he wanna do after, if he needs me to walk him back to his room or whatever. But that was his answer. And it haunts me.
Ofcourse, nothing was remembered the morning after. Everything was back to normal and everyone functions just fine. I wanna talk about the things that happened, the words I recall. But I would just appear like I was making things up because I'm the only one who remembers. And it felt so bad.
Months past and the moment was categorically forgotten as the memories that were made after deny what was said. I tried to relive that night by implying thoughts over and over. But no one can ever relate; he acted so cool. And I was a fool.
My greatest hang up was not ever responding. I regret not telling him somehow. "But I love you more." And now I'm nothing but bitter.
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