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One evening, he invited me over and confessed his love. “I want you to be mine,” he said, trembling. I rejected him, but he persisted, showering me with gifts and declarations of love. It was overwhelming.
Then, one rainy night, he showed up at my doorstep, desperate and drenched. He confessed he couldn’t imagine life without me. Despite everything, his vulnerability moved me. I let him in, and we talked through the night. My feelings began to change.
In the end, we decided to give it a try. It wasn’t easy, and our relationship remained strange, but we found a way to coexist. Now, we live together, a testament to the unpredictable nature of human connections