this is the dirty truth.

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To whom I've fallen in love with,

I hope one day you'll think of me and you'll feel something foreign in your chest. I hope you'll think of the other people I spend my time thinking about, and the way I'll wrap my arms around their waist. I hope when someone asks you, "Have you ever been in love?" I come to your mind. I hope you miss my attitude, and realize that I only gave it to you so you could point it out. I hope when you are laying down at night, you miss the color of my eyes and the scent of my clothes. I hope you miss how often you'd comment on how cold my skin was and how you'd always press your warm hands against my back and I'd sigh in relief while pressing my face against your chest. I hope you miss me the way I missed you for so, so long. All that time I didn't have you, I still needed you. Come to think of it, I don't hope for any of that, because I could never hope for you to hurt the way I hurt.