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“I don’t know. It’s like everything I do, I can’t get my mind off of her. You gotta help me, what should I do? How should I say the things I really need to say.”



“I don’t know what to say hun. I don’t think there’s anything I can say.”



“What do you mean?”



“What do I mean? When you have feelings inside, you can’t keep them all in. If you’re in love, put it all in a bottle and send it to her. Say anything. Everything. Tell her what’s there and how you feel, let her see your soul. Portray it in beautiful color, romantic words and gentle smiles. And if she can’t see it then, then she’s not the one for you. But! If she can, take her by the hand and tell her you love her. Pull her into your gentle embrace that I know you have, and whisper sweet nothings in her ear that she can never forget. Let her know you are there, and don’t take things for granted. Stop doubting yourself and just be you. And I know you’re an amazing person. You have a beautiful soul, and an even greater mind. You’re anything and everything a girl could want. And that, coming from me, should mean something. Right?”



“I’ll try. But I really don’t think it’s going to work. I don’t know how she feels about me right now.”



“I thought you said you  just became friends?”



“I’m sorry. Sorry for everything, and I’d do anything and everything for you, I’d jump in front of a train, just to have you back. Julia I love you. You mean the world to me, and I thought you should know that. I know I’ve wronged you and others in the past,  and I’d go back in time just to change everything! I regret everything I’ve done to you and I can’t stand that I put you through so much pain, and raped you of your best friend. I love you, and I hope you still love me. Because I want to change for you. I’ll do anything for you Julia…”



“Sam…”



“I love you Julia.”



“I hate you.”



“I’m sorry. I had to tell you, I can’t live without you, please don’t hate me, I  can’t go through that again. I can’t, really. I… I still love you…”



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“What took you so long?”



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“Why? Why couldn’t you say anything sooner? Do you know how long I’ve waited for you to say those words? How could you not have seen? The way I stare off,  the way my paintings became so dull? My poetry is about loss and recovery. And I’ve been here for you. And I’ve always said it. I’ve been waiting.”



“…Julia…”







…Julia…