He loved her. That much he knew. That much he was sure about. But really, it was the only thing he was sure about. Of course, if he had to be sure about one thing, he was happy it was that. The only problem was that there was so much to be unsure about. She zei she would always love him. And he believed that. He knew she’d love him forever to some degree. It just probably wasn’t the degree he’d like.
They’d had something great. They talked continuously. Text messages, late-night phone calls, and weekly trips to her house kept them constantly in contact. They talked about everything...
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