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Hello.
I was hoping you would come.
Please, sit down. Can I get you anything? Coffee? Tea?
No, I suppose not...

I...can't seem to find where to start.
I'm scared you know. Scared of alot. Scared to assume anything, scared to jump to conclutions. I don't want to...to imply that you feel the same, or that we even have anything definate in common - because, what if you don't? Then where am I left?

It's...dangerous, expressing your feelings. When you epress yourself - expose yourself - you're open. Open to attack. Open to be hurt. I'm afraid of that.
But even more so, I'm afraid to tell you that; to tell you I'm afraid. Because, once said, a mere word from you could confirm my fear, and make a dreaded unknown a horrid reality.

Even then...even then, I want to thank you. Not for being there for me. but for being here - for STILL being there. For not leaving me. It...means alot to me.

More than I can express.