.. And she shared with him all her insecurities. She admitted all her weaknesses and despairs. She told him of all the fears that wandered through her mind. She was willing to stand bare before him, never having to hold her guard nor to look strong.
She'd rarely unfold, she'd never admit weakness voluntarily. But to him, she did. She didn't know why, but she did.
Yet, he never really understood what this meant. He never really understood that this meant she loved him. Or maybe he did. Maybe he chose to ignore.
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