I gave a nod in reply.
"He's just... scared."
I scoffed, "And that's supposed to make me feel better?"
Silence.
He leaned forward with that familiar concerned look on his face.
"I know you're not feeling it but he really loves you."
"That's the point, I'm not feeling it."
He shifted uncomfortably. I waited.
"Not feeling it doesn't mean it's not there."
"Tell me, how does not feeling it make it there?"
A long silence ensued. Finally, I stood up and prepared myself to leave.
"Love takes courage and I don't regret fighting for it; I regret fighting for a coward- useless and insulting."
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