I told him.

I told him I loved him. I was half asleep when I did so. But I said it. He'd awoken from a nightmare, and all I wanted to do was make things right. 

I had my head upon his chest, his heart seemed to be trying to escape from its coffin, and I loved him even still. 

I told him I love him, no past tense needed. And he stiffened, almost scared. 

"Why would you say that?" He asked. 

"Because I do." I mumbled back in my sleep induced confessions.

"I don't believe there is such a thing." He sighed, his heart still pounding. 

Silence, no words could describe the heartache. 

Silence, and his body began to soften. 

He felt it, too. He knew I could not respond. He knew my truth. We kissed. He kissed me and wrapped me in his arms in an embrace I used to die for. 

And when we kissed, it felt like goodbye. 

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