*Dances* I finally wrote something that's not complete crap! Yesssss! I know it's not too great, but hey, I'm getting over major writer's block here. Give me some slack.

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No. No, I won't. No, I can't. No, I don't.

Well, that last one isn't really true. Not completely. I know you think I love you. I can't count the number of times you've caught me staring. You see how eager to please I am near you, how uncomfortable I get. You know that your touch makes me shiver. I'm not denying that I love you. I do. I just don't love like you love.

I don't know anyone else who can love you like can. Not at this age. Not at any age. Youwould rather die than bear my rejection. You would die for me. Your love is so intense, so true. That's what it is, really. True love. Like in the tales my mother used to tell me at night. I used to think that what I felt was true love. Until I saw it. It's so rare, so incredibly rare. I didn't realize.

I know I'll never be able to make you understand this. I don't love like you do. Maybe what I feel is infatuation, obsession. Or maybe just a different kind of love. What I mean by all this though, is that I can't. Because in the next few months, there will be someone else. Maybe a boy, maybe a girl. Maybe they'll love me, too, but I don't think so. In my opinion, you're only lucky enough to have the person you love love you once in your life, and this is my chance. But I will move on. I will betray you. I will have broken your heart.

And that I will not do. You will suffer enough when I tell you my decision. You suffer enough each and every day. I will not add to your pain.

Your love is like God, I think. It's so incredible, so beautiful. But it doesn't belong here on these streets. I don't deserve to be in its presence. I always wanted to know true love. It always seemed like the best thing on this earth, and maybe in Heaven as well.

I know what you will say. You will beg me to give you a chance. You will say that what I have is true love, or that it will grow to be. It won't. I know you will never fully believe this, but I know it's true.

So no, Spot. My decision is no. Because I will never love you the way you love me.

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*Dutchymuse and Swiftymuse chase after Omni* Yeah…they wanted a happy story. But oh, well. I'm working on one for them, so they should be happy. Harumph. *the muses chase Omni away into a closet. Screams come from within. Iteymuse looks worried, but doesn't go away from his little lab in the corner*

*ruffles musies hair* I luffle my musies. Cards got them for me. *feeds Cards muffins*

Ok….I'm done now….