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TIFU by saying I love you.

I was previously in a long term relationship where saying “I love you” was the norm.

However I’ve tried my best to not use the word with the person I’m currently seeing - they’re just a cool friend.

After sleeping with them, I was kind of doozy and accidentally said “I love you” - a bad habit!

When I said this, they instantly started tearing up and started telling me that they love me too.

I was about to explain that it was a mistake but they just kept cutting me off with phrases like “I’ve loved you ever since I saw you”, “Thanks for giving me a chance, I want to spend every waking hour with you” etc.

I was super flattered but I’m just not that much into them!

I became so confused in the heat of the moment I didn’t even clarify it.

I’m planning to tell them the truth tonight and I have no idea how this will play out.

TL;DR - I said I love you to a fwb but I didn’t mean it.

Edit: I just texted him to meet me in person later on in the day 😬 he responded with “okay see you later bub”.

Edit2: I got fed up of the pet names so I told him to stop. He asked if something is wrong, so I told him the truth over text: - I don’t know how to feel about using the L word and that I said it accidentally.

He apologised and arranged an apology dinner.

Somehow I’m kinda turned on and scared at the same time that he literally took it laughingly and stopped with the lovey dovey stuff instantly like he didn’t mean anything he said earlier.

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