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”I love you”

“How did you know these were my favourite?” her beautiful green eyes glimmered with happiness. Her whole expression full of Glee. She brought the bouquet up to her nose, and in silence, smelled the flowers before her. 




‘I believe you've mentioned it a couple of times, but it was mostly luck.’ Twice. She mentioned she liked miss piggys twice. Once the first time we met. That day at the park. 


  The day I stumbled over her picnic cloth and my face got full of that delicious lemon pie she had brought. The one that was supposed to be for him, But he never came to eat it. Her sad frown turned into a shower of giggles as she helped me get up, how we began to talk as she cleaned the cream off of my face. 




The second time as we strided across the street and we went by that gorgeous flower shop. Her face lit up the moment she saw the flowers being watered. Oh, how beautiful they looked. How beautiful you looked






“Then, it was a very lucky guess. They're amazing, thank you.” she carefully placed the bouquet down before finally sitting down next to me. I could feel her knee touching mine, I could hear her breathe. So close yet so far from me. 






“What was the ‘so important’ thing you wanted to tell me? You know I'm not patient. Spit it out!” Spit it out? Oh, if it only was that easy to 'spit it out'. I had wanted to for a while. You have no idea how long




She tilted her head, strands of her soft black hair fell onto her face. I reached out to move them aside, to be able to see her gorgeous eyes as she stared into mine.






And I said it. 






She looked at me, stunned. She blinked once, twice, three times. Was it even a good idea? No, no. It wasn't. 


  




”Jess, I don't...” she paused. 




Silence. 







“You can't love someone this much unless you love yourself first. It would be harmful and—” 


   I brought my hands over hers, squeezed them tenderly and interrupted her. 




“Don’t say that bullshit.” she fell silent. “I’ve never loved myself.” 




“But you? Oh, god I've loved you so much I forgot what hating myself felt like”








And they lived happily ever after, the end. 


It's two girls, by the way. My friend questioned me if it was "jess" from breaking bad AND IT IS NOT


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