After this one-shot I'll go back to my main story I swear-
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My index finger was stopped in front of the doorbell as I stood on his doorstep. This was something I needed to accomplish. I had to inform him. I didn't want to be up all night tossing and turning any longer. I didn't want to go another day without eating because I couldn't force myself to. I didn't want to think about any more "what-ifs," "maybes," or "if only's."
I needed to tell him how much I adored him.
And that I've had feelings for him for years.
I knew he didn't share my sentiments. He was head over heels in love with a brunette with a breast like a watermelon. I knew he'd never look at me the way he does at the other females.
