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He loved her. Yes he did. A part of him always knew that. A part of him wasn't ready to accept that he did.
He had been in denial for long enough. It was time. Yes, he loved her.

He would sit in a corner, looking at her from far. Their eyes would meet, his eyes would light up. He used to tell her how she would be the first to know if he ever fell in love. The time had come.

She loved him. Always had. Unlike him, there was no denial in her story. She had always been straight forward about her emotions. She knew she was in love, she was just waiting for the right time. The time had come.

Every meeting would cause her to grin endlessly, every touch would make her spine tingle. His raspy baritone would get her weak in the knees. She used to adore him. Worship him. Love him.

He meanwhile, was in awe of her. Her beauty was mesmerising. She was beautiful to him. It didn't matter what the others said about her "not being his type". If he ever had a type, it was her. Wit, edge, humour. She was a goddess to him. He loved her.

She was scared. Scared that he would turn her down. Scared that an emotional confrontation would pose a threat to their friendship. She was scared of losing him. She was scared of him leaving. Of things never being the same again. She pushed all these worries away when she met him that morning. The leap of faith was necessary. She was in love and nothing else mattered.

He had his own insecurities. He knew how people changed after they began dating. He loved her too much to risk losing her. He loved her as she was. He was scared she would change. Distances would creep in. He had convinced himself that she had no feelings for him. It wouldnt be a proposal; it would be a confession. That morning was to be big.

They met that day. Both hiding the same thing from the other. They looked at each other. They both had a feeling of loss. He was looking at her as if this was to be the last time he would see her. She returned the look with a tinge of pain in her eyes.
They knew that their worlds would change if the truth came out. They knew that what they would be risking was more than what they were to gain. Both wished to take the leap. Neither could.

The truth can wait, both thought. They smiled again, and walked away.

It was not to be.