"Don't you get it? I don't care. I don't care how this makes you feel. I never needed you. I never wanted you. I never loved you. You saw something in me and when I said I loved you that morning, I watched as you're eyes filled with joy and I loved every second of it. Not because you were happy, because you were one step closer to hurting even more. And when I told you I loved someone else, I watched as your eyes glazed over and you tried to pretend that this doesn't hurt. That your heart will still be whole after I've broken it. I don't love you. I never loved you. And I never will."
— z.s // Excerpt From A Book I'll Never Right #4 // now I'm stuck loving someone that will never love me.
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