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We were laying together on your couch one night. You were falling asleep in my arms and I was watching something not very interesting on tv, when out of nowhere you ask me, "are you sleeping with someone else?" No, I'm not sleeping with someone else but there is someone else and I don't even know what to do about it. I should have said no when he asked me out to lunch that day but something was telling me, screaming at me to accept. While I was eating with him he asked me if he could see me again and I know I should have said no but things have been feeling thin between you and I lately and I just wanted some attention. Him and I went out one night and I had fun, I had so much fun. We kissed, I tried not too but I couldn't not kiss him, not hold his hand. But I got home late that night and realized one thing, he isn't you. I needed someone to give me attention but I need it to be you.
I love you, even though I still can't say it to you, I love you.
I love you, even though I still can't say it to you, I love you.