Mr. Right and I had a talk. We talked about us. About how we're dating other people. That it's not fair to move here and then finally date each other. We had years before [each separately] moving here to date each other. And we didn't.
And now we're here. And I told him, "I love you."
And he said, "I love you, too."
But don't get me wrong. We're not dating. We're still seeing other people. We're in love. We're seeing other people.
(The hard part about seeing other people? I don't love other people. I love him. The hard part about loving him? Scared to death I will mess it up.)
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