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I hate him.
I am sitting on a stupid rock by a stupid lake because of course he has his own fucking lake. It is still dark and I cannot sleep and it is all his fault.
Not because he woke me obscenely early, which he did. Whole business is very unpleasant. And not because he had to tell me he wants to be with me, which he did. And not even because I told him I love him.
Which I did.
Looking at him, looking at me with those big moose eyes, I could not hold it in any longer. I could not keep my feelings to myself anymore. So I say the words. Out loud. In English.
And now I cannot sleep because he had the audacity to say it back.
In that moment, everything else fell away. All the obstacles and the worries and the fear. None of it matters. All that matters is he knows what he means to me. That he will never have to question it. Never have to doubt. Never face anything alone.
He is making coffee. And the sun is beginning to rise over the lake. And I know that everything is going to be okay.