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I told him.
I told him I loved him. I was half asleep when I did so. But I said it. He'd awoken from a nightmare, and all I wanted to do was make things right.
I had my head upon his chest, his heart seemed to be trying to escape from its coffin, and I loved him even still.
I told him I love him, no past tense needed. And he stiffened, almost scared.
"Why would you say that?" He asked.
"Because I do." I mumbled back in my sleep induced confessions.
"I don't believe there is such a thing." He sighed, his heart still pounding.
Silence, no words could describe the heartache.
Silence, and his body began to soften.
He felt it, too. He knew I could not respond. He knew my truth. We kissed. He kissed me and wrapped me in his arms in an embrace I used to die for.
And when we kissed, it felt like goodbye.
