We shared a cigarette, both of us perched on the rear bumper of his SUV. He told me he couldn’t imagine that he would ever meet anyone else in this world who understood him better than I did. I agreed, and then “I love you” spilled out of my mouth before I could stop myself.
Postscript: We broke up four months after that because of distance. He has a new girlfriend now. I still love him, and I like to think he was telling the truth.
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