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“Not me,” She smirked playfully. “Why can’t it just be simple?” Granted her idea of simple probably differed greatly to his. “I just wish it was easier. I wish this,” She gestured at the space on the bed between them, “was easier.”
“That’s because you spent eighteen long, dream-like years with me and my goofy self. You’ve been spoiled, and thus lulled into a false sense of calm.” He watched her gesture. He wish he could answer. “From what I’ve seen, feelings are never easy. Sorry for upping that ante.”














