[He's still confused, but he opens the door and climbs out of the car so he can face her properly. Part of him hopes that he's understanding her right. And then there's the other part, ever-present, that's telling him he doesn't deserve the sympathy.]
I love you.
[He means that. He says it with regret, though, like it's a death sentence.]
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I love you.
[He means that. He says it with regret, though, like it's a death sentence.]