i don't want to push you.
the last thing i want is to force you to want something because i want it.
i want us to unfold naturally.
i want the story of us to be ours.
because we have something.
but you know what?
i don't think we ever had it easy.
we fought it along the way, pulling and pushing.
and now we've given in.
maybe i want to be with you. i want to get married someday isn't so bad.
i'll take it.
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