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My name is Michael Scofield. Sara Tancredi is an important part of my life. How could she had been the one to have filled the emptiness in my heart? It scares me sometimes, for what I feel for her.
I've often wondered if she sees herself getting old with me? I really don't have the courage to ask her. I see you, is what I'd want her to say. So, we met under unusual circumstances. I must have done something right to have her in my life. I know she loves me, as much as I love her. Although, we haven't said anything to each other, but, I do know.
Sara never shows her emotions, she rarely does when it comes to me. I don't know what is the nature of our relationship. I've never asked her. Not that she would right out tell me of her deep down feelings for me. She's my doctor, my prison doctor. Am I just an inmate to her? I consider her a friend of mine. How do you tell someone that being friends is just not enough anymore?
Maybe we need to talk, no, we have to talk, regarding matters of the heart. Our hearts. I don't know if I should take the risk of what we have, whatever it is that we may have, just to tell her I love her. What if there's a slight chance she does not feel the same towards me? It means I'll lose her in the end.
People affect each other in different ways. She affects me so much that I've forgotten how it feels to love someone, I mean really love someone, until she came along. I wonder if she feels it in her heart what I feel for her.
Here it is another day and all I can do is try to hold on to her and never let her go.
The End