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Dan

I was fucking mad at Phil, of course I was.

He had broken every single piece of the heart I didn't even know I had.

But I was only mad because I loved him.

I realized that you can only be disappointed by someone if you've already loved them someday.

Mainly, because you don't expect much from those who you don't love.

And in that moment, in a situation where I knew Phil Lester could be even remotely hurt.

I realized that it didn't matter how mad I was at him, it didn't matter how hurt I was, or how betrayed I felt.

I still loved him.

And I would fucking murder anyone who ever tried to hurt him.

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