I LIKE YOU.
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I keep thinking about you and realize that I can no longer pretend and deny my feeling for you.

I've been running away and hiding, avoiding to admit this feeling for decades. I convinced myself that I only care for you as a friend. But Every time I thought I have moved on, I catch my self falling deeper into you.

So I muster up my courage, to ask you this.
Would you,
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give
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us
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a chance?


I don't know what the future holds for us, and O am petrified.

But I don't want to spend the rest of my life, wondering this "what if we.." especially knowinh what chance we might have missed.


Sincerely,
© Peng