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ion from last night. Henry's impending departure echoed in my mind, a heavy weight in my chest. This was going to be a heavy blow on m

sement he reserved for Henry. My heart clenched. They were on

hs," Henry's voice came through the r

unched the air out of my lungs. This was it, the moment I had been dreading. I couldn'

s hovering over the keyboard. But doubt crept in. Did people like Henry even read text messages? My finger

l of course and that is what they use mostly. Gathering my resolve

e, nodding for

email address," I said, trying to sound casual

curiosity. "Henry's emai

want to send him a paper for review. It is for a

demics. "Sure thing. I can review it for you if you want.

engineering. You know, Henry's area of experti

ise to understanding. "Ah, I see. W

nd retreated to my room, my hands shaking as I typed in Henry's email. This was it, the moment of t

s Sophia, I whis

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rt and a million thoughts racing through my head. I know, it's kind of

shocking. After all, I'm young, you're... well, not so young. But here's the thing: what I feel for you isn

my age, it's a big deal to some people. But not to me. I'm not just some st

d. I mean, talk about complicated, right? But hey, I've always loved a challeng

future, but it's really not. And when that day comes, there won't be any le

let you know how I feel. I've spent nights thinking about this, weighing t

for a while. I've seen the way you laugh, the way you listen, the way you make people feel

ut us. Because, Henry, I'm willing to wait. I believe in us, and

ember, no matter what,

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ppeared into the digital void, and I felt a mix of exhilaration and there was a lot of fear running through my blood. The truth wa

up for the universe now to be on my side and that was what I hope for, if

my phone and

finally