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I would like to start by saying, 

I've only ever known addiction to people. And I've only ever loved change. 

Him and I were laying in my bed. Nothing but deep thoughts in our heads, watching a movie, I forget what but he liked it. Laughing so hard tears rolled down his cheeks and by the time it was over we were all but deceased.

When it was over I turned him, and after a little while he turned and looked at me. 

so I went for hot cocoa. 

Which we were both debating because we're sweating and who drinks hot chocolate in this heat? Us, thats who. 

I come back with our mugs and sit in my chair across from him in the bed where he had gotten cozy. 

After a bit of no talking he broke the silence between us like a pop in the static salt and pepper in my head and he asked

"Sehven, do you love me?"

to which I reply with a very heavy sigh and a half hearted grin, 

"If thats what this feeling is I don't want it"

"and why's that?"

'because you could never feel the same"

Good Joke. Everyone laughs, roll on snare drum, curtains.