“Give it up already, Graeme. This was—” “Stop.” “—never going—” “I love you!” “—to work!” Ignoring him and his never-ending negativity, I took his face between my hands and forced him to look at me. “I love you,” I repeated, enunciating each word. “I don’t know why. I don’t know how. All I know is how I feel when I’m with you and the thought of you leaving? You might as well rip my heart out and take it with you, because you’re it for me, Cassius. I know it, just like I know when the leaves will drop or when the first snowfall comes. I fucking know it. And I know you feel it too. On some
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