"do you believe in love?" he asked me. his eyes were gazing across the ocean that reflected the sunset. beams of light highlighting and defining his face even more. "no, i don't think it's for everyone," i shrugged. he sighed, wishing to speak even more yet hesitated. i felt his stare, did i say something wrong? "well, do you believe in me?" he asks again. "of course i do, why wouldn't i?" he chuckles, shaking his head. "so, would you give me a chance?" "on?" "proving you wrong" "about?" "love." (w.s)
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