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Originally posted by: Mysticaldivine
His love is deeper than ocean and pure as flowing water and wind. She feels it and knows it but waits for his confession
There was always a lump in his throat as he watched her fidget with the tears, pain, even with anger and even seeing her pure beauty.
And it struck her as the truest form of kindness, the most basic sort of love: to be worried about the one who was worrying about her.
He knew, she knew yet they confessed that while being at a distance during telepathy chat.
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