This man is here taking care of me and getting nothing in return. This man is reading my romance book and ordering food so I’m fed. This man brought me a heating pad, for fuck’s sake. I should be on one knee asking him to marry me. My breath comes out in short bursts the longer I stare at the hook of his nose. My chest hurts when I see his smile stretch wider. It feels like a knot in me is pulling tight, some string I can’t see tugging and tugging to the point of uncomfortable. It’s time for me to acknowledge the thing I’ve been trying so hard to fight. I like him. I like him so much. I’d give
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