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General pov I don't know what really was the problem with me but, it's like I was I had so much to tell her and express to her. As I made love to her, I wanted her to know how much I missed her, how much love I have for her, how hurt I am and to feel a portion of whatever I can't explain in words. She saw right through and called me out. Deep down I knew that whatever she wanted to say would not be something I like. I then opted to just make love to her most of the night. She had her head on my chest and all I could think of was I might lose her again. I felt her waking up. "Good morning." She said. "Good morning." I got up and started making my way to the bathroom when she stopped. "Dante, we need to talk." I stopped and closed my eyes but, never turned to look at her. "Please D
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