Question

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"Both." Yeah, it's love, confirmed again by one of those non-participants. In her mind, all the other words surrounding "love" disappear. 

"Is it you? " She runs away every time the answer is yes. Yet she keeps repeating the question in different situations. Can she change the mindset? Why can't she? "Yes" or "No" really matters? She reacts like "yes" is the least pleasant reply. But nobody knows how frightening it is for her if one day, she couldn't feel the urge to bring up the question anymore. If the doubt lingers, so does It, the only existence that wouldn't be taken away during Its absence. 

For years, she plucked petals, murmuring "love me", "love me not". She needs no reply, she knows the reply is in the reason caused the question. 

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