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NAKED - part twelve, the final part (finally)

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NAKED - part eleven

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We met again the next day. The words, initially uncertain, began to flow. I sang for you, with every fiber of my being, the song I wrote thinking of us. Every note was a fragment of my soul, every word an echo of our memories, our hopes.

And then, we kissed. A kiss that tasted of reconciliation, of a rediscovered union.

We argued again later, yes.
The wounds weren't fully healed yet. I confessed my mistakes, my fears, my insecurities. And you admitted yours, assuring me that, though serious, they were devoid of any deep meaning or feeling.

It no longer matters who hurt more. In the end, we just struck each other directly in the chest with different weapons, knowing we'd cause damage.
It no longer matters who's suffering more now, or who endured the greater injustice.

All that matters is that we're here, our hands intertwined, while the world continues to flow around us. Despite that 'no', despite the harsh words, despite the mistakes and the cruelties, we are here.
Together.
United by an invisible yet indissoluble thread, ready to rebuild, to forgive, to start over.

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I love you, I really do.

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