"I don't know how to say this honestly. I love you more than than life and I can't see myself without you." He kneels down. "Will you marry me?" He opens a small box with a ring inside. I laugh. I know this is really harsh but I don't love him. "No. I can't love you and maybe its because I don't believe in love. Or because of all the marriages I've seen go down the drain." That's all I say as I walk away. And I can here him start to cry. And again I laugh for no reason. And I know I'm the most terrible person ever.
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Poetry 2
PoetryLove is nothing but being strangers, then friends, best friends, lovers, and then it all crashes down, and your strangers once more.
