They were talking again on a late Thursday night. Enjoying each other's company. Always eager to learn something about the other. It has been going on for months and it could have been going on for years if she only wasn't too coy. He asked her, "Is there something else that's stopping you? From 'us' being an 'us'." There was a bit of silence on the other end. "Is there?" she asked herself. The only thing that withheld her before is herself because she was unsure of it all. She knows that he likes her. He admittedly told her that a couple of years before and here he still is. Wanting her. Needing her. Asking if there could be something more between them. She was hesitant then, but the time that passed made her realise that she is certain now. She is genuinely happy and the reason behind it is no one else but him. "No, there isn't." she replied. "Then, what now?" "I'm allowing myself to be happy... with you."
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