Dear Cal,
"My heart's frozen", you told me the other day. I'll never forget that very day when you told me how fucked up you are.
The thing is cal, you can never be fucked up to me, don't you understand? I really don't give a damn about how you used people in the past, or how you screwed this girl all over. I DON'T FUCKING CARE CAL. I don't. Please don't let them define who you are now, please. Stop trying to convince me how screwed up you are, because to me, you deserve the stars - you really do.
Okay screw that, you deserve the whole universe.
Shit.
Shit.
Shit. Is this what they call love? Like Love. The one that has the ability to make my heart sing.
And the one that has the ability to break it the next minute.
No matter how badly screwed up they are (which you are definitely not), you will never be able to see their flaws, they say.
Okay Fuck I really don't need this now.
Ri, who can't possibly be in love with you.
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