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Not yet, my love.
Our time is not yet.
I've seen you look at me, you know.
You're wondering. Questioning.
"How can this be?"
"When did this happen?"
"Can I really love her like this?"
"Does she really love me?!"
Yes, my Gabrielle.
I know my love for you, you see.
You're not sure. Not yet.
And you must be, or our time will not come.
But I'm not worried.
I know you love me.
And I can wait.
For this, I can wait.
Until you answer your questions,
Until you allow yourself to see what I see,
That we were each meant for the other,
Then our time is not yet.
But soon, my love. Very soon...
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