I Think…

“I love you,” he fell into a deep silent as she gasped at his sudden confession. She tried to meet his eyes, to find any hint of lies, but then he continued, “…I think.”

He loves her, he thinks. 

He wasn’t even sure himself. How could she even take that?

Because he probably would never understand.

What is it to love anyway?

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