Do you still love me?
I know we have the basic understanding of how we feel about each other. Like I like you a lot. And I know how you feel about me. And I allow myself to trust you when you admit thise feelings. Coming over here, I don’t know. Being with you has been exactly the way I imagined it and at the same time better than what I anticipated. My fears just feel so stupid. Because you feel like home. You feel like home. I know we’re in a unique? Situation. With the distance. With all of the uncertainty. With being genetically incompatible. With being young and struggling and both filled with dreams and future plans that may not always align. Like how I’m not exactly psyched about Japan and I feel like you may not even be psyched about leaving the country any time soon. Except it’s to Japan. But I’v
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