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" You remind me of a line from a poem I once read. " I slowly get up and start to caress his face. " Oh really? Which poem?" he asks with a smirk on his handsome face, probably thinking that my answer will amuse him. "It's called "For woman who are difficult to love" from Warsan Shire"I hesitantly answers while I feel my cheeks getting hot and probably red, colour which only intensifies when he throws his head back and starts laughing. " So what should I understand from what you just said? That I am a difficult woman?" he asks with amusement. I roll my eyes and scowl at him but choose to continue with my explanation without minding his annoying humor. "No you fool. It was actually a quote that I always loved but never understood until I met you." "Then tell me." " You are terrifying and strange and beautiful. Something not everyone knows how to love." I tell him with a soft, almost shy voice, while looking in his deep green eyes, hoping he will maybe understand what I am actually trying to confess. Hoping that he will understand that I am that someone who knows.
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