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If I would’ve been honest. I would’ve told him that I always loved him. However, that wouldn’t change our situation much. We were doomed. We both knew that. “If we wouldn’t have been stuck here, would you still date me?” questioned Emanuel. I would’ve simply told him that I would’ve loved to date him, but I couldn’t see the fun in that. Hence I told him, “You were too proud then. You wouldn’t even look at me.” “It’s the same for you. You used to actively avoid me. Even when I wanted to talk to you, you’d run away,” he answered. I grabbed his hand, placed a kiss on the back of it, and then revealed, “I've always liked you. That’s why I used to get jitters whenever you were around me.” “What’s that supposed to mean? If you loved me, why did you get scared?” He was interested in find