He takes one of her hands, gently, and lifts it to place her palm over his heart.
"I don't remember you. Not well. But I want you to understand how I feel. And I don't think words will really work."
There are feelings, from him. They're his feelings. Fondness and affection and just a bit of well, being turned on. Just a little. But mostly, overwhelmingly, there's respect and protectiveness and friendship and indeed love. Joy at the confession. Flustered and unsure. But they're confused feelings too. They're feelings that don't know exactly why they exist, but they do exist. He's felt them and he knows they're real.
"I knew when I met you again that you were someone special to me. But I also don't remember what we shared. I can't change what I don't know, but I do want to get to know you again. And hearing you say that makes me beyond happy.
I don't know if I'll remember anything you do here. Anything you've said.
Outside of this place I don't have the advantage of feeling and understanding you like I do here. You might have to be patient with me, I can be a real idiot. And you might have to be patient because I want to get to know you again. But even if this is asking a lot, can I ask you to tell me that again? Not here, but outside."
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He takes one of her hands, gently, and lifts it to place her palm over his heart.
"I don't remember you. Not well. But I want you to understand how I feel. And I don't think words will really work."
There are feelings, from him. They're his feelings. Fondness and affection and just a bit of well, being turned on. Just a little. But mostly, overwhelmingly, there's respect and protectiveness and friendship and indeed love. Joy at the confession. Flustered and unsure. But they're confused feelings too. They're feelings that don't know exactly why they exist, but they do exist. He's felt them and he knows they're real.
"I knew when I met you again that you were someone special to me. But I also don't remember what we shared. I can't change what I don't know, but I do want to get to know you again. And hearing you say that makes me beyond happy.
I don't know if I'll remember anything you do here. Anything you've said.
Outside of this place I don't have the advantage of feeling and understanding you like I do here. You might have to be patient with me, I can be a real idiot. And you might have to be patient because I want to get to know you again. But even if this is asking a lot, can I ask you to tell me that again? Not here, but outside."