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"So, do you love him?" My best friend asked. I looked at his eyes and wished to tell him all. But instead I lied. "No, he's gone. And I have to move on." He knows that I lied, and still he continues to pretend. Like always, whenever he is a question I lie. There is no word that can explain this. The truth would be that we are still together and happy, but hiding. How could my family accept the fact that I love a man from another religion? No, they would set us apart. "Happy to hear. Are you going to party tomorrow?" He asked in hope that this time something changes. And as always, I had to go and I'm gonna pretend that all is okay. Although, the people at party would be hard to speak with and I may just by accident put up a fight. "Yes, and don't forget to pick me up." I answered with stupid smile on my face. And the pain stabbed my heart. I realized that for the love, I'll do anything...
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