Our romance didn't last long enough for me to write about it. Still, there was a comfort in whatever our relationship was and had become, a familiarity wholly disproportionate to the length of time we'd known each other. I felt like I'd been his friend forever. I still feel that way. I hope that doesn't change, although I know that it's already shifting. He pushed me away, but can't stand the idea of me moving toward anyone else. It's only a matter of time.
"You look beautiful in this light," he said. I didn't see it, but I let him take my picture anyway. Not a serious picture, of course. I can't allow that.
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That looks a comfortable place to enjoy a drink.
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