My Very True Love
He leaves the food he was serving and slowly moves towards me, noticing the importance of whatever this is.
“Do you__” I want to ask him if he loves me, but I hesitate, this isn't so much about love, especially one we have never confessed to have for each other, so I switch my words. “Do you trust me?”
“Well, D, I mean... yes?”
“Are you saying yes, or are you asking it?”
“Diana what's this about?”
“Maybe you don't trust me, you don't think you can entrust me with anything, you don't think I'm good enough to tell anything to, right?”
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