The way things happened...

He said: "You are beautiful"

She said: "So are you. I'm going to kiss you now"

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She said: "I'm leaving him. I'm leaving him for you."

He said: "You are the most amazing woman I've ever met"

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She said: "I need my space, I can't do this right now, I know I'll end up hurting you because I'm not mended yet..."

He said: "But I love you. I can't bear to be without you..."

She said: "Ok then..."

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She said: "I really can't do this, I really do need my space, I really do know I'll end up hurting you, because I'm not mended yet..."

He said: "But I love you. I can't bear to be without you..."

She said: "Mais je t'aime tellement, mon couer est en train de briser, je ne sais pas quoi faire, mais je t'aime..."

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He said: "I love you, but I don't know if I'm still in love with you..."

She said: "Ok then, lets go on a break..." (and inside the only thing taking a break was her heart...loudly, and messily, and with such turbulance...and she didn't know what she had, until he was gone...)

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He said: "I love you"

She said: "I don't believe you"

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He said: "I really do love you"

She said, without saying a word: "I still don't believe you"

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He said: "I'm scared that you might be the one..."

She said, again without saying a word: "I think you might be too..."

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He said: "I really love you...who did you kiss while we were on a break?"

She said: "I love you too...but lets talk about this in the morning..."

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He said: "I still love you, baby..."

She pretended she couldn't hear.

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He said: "I can't deal with this anymore..."

She said: "........................."

She cried. A lot. He cried too. They both needed space.

She's sorry. So, utterly, unbearably, unutterably, soul-consumingly sorry. She misses him. She's living, she's alive, but she misses him.

She finally got her space to mend herself.

It's just that it is mighty lonely, surrounded by all this emptiness...and she realised that she needed him for all the right reasons, not the validating, self-gratifying ones...because he saw her for what she was, really, and that's what scared/intrigued her the most.