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As the summer went on, we spent more and more time together. We'd go on long walks, have deep conversations, and explore the city. I was falling for him, hard. But I was scared to admit it, scared of getting hurt, scared of not being good enough.
"I love you too," I whispered, my voice barely audible. alexis andrews pov
As we parted ways, he took my hand, looked into my eyes, and told me that he still loved me. I smiled, feeling a sense of closure, feeling like I was finally home. As the summer went on, we spent more and more time together