Love, love, love.

His heart was pounding fast. He was anxious, as he hadn't been for a long time. The rain falling upon them and, above that, the darkened sky.
"I... I love you. It's not like a juvenile passion, nor a passing bird. Not like a sad song or a painful smile - that sometimes is the mark of loving. No. I love you, in the simplest and purest of forms." Hesitating in the start, but soon his voice was carried by what he felt.
She looked surprised. As she had never expected that. Still, she replied confidently.
"So do I. I love you with every atom in my being, with every tiny bit of my soul. And just like your love for me, this ain't desperation, this is just joy."
For a second they just stared at each other. Love told, each one took its own way. They would never meet again. Both knew it would be best, for lovers rather keep their love alive with distance - like if it was a dream - than burn it in its own fire.

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Escrevi originalmente em inglês mesmo. Depois traduzo.