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You remember that after I had dinner at your house,you told me you loved me.Well,I didn't really know what to say. But I know what to say now.I have thought about you.And I like you,and I like being with you,and...Maybe,I feel the same way. So the next time you tell me you love me. If there is a next time.I'll say I love you too.
Yes,it's just like home. You'll feel so homesick that you'll want to die.And there's nothing you can do about it apart from endure it.But you will,and it won't kill you.And one day the sun will come out.You might not even note it straight away,it would be that faint.And then you will catch yourself thinking about something or someone who has no connection with the past,someone who's only yours.And you'll realise that this is where your life is.