I hate you.
I love you.
It's always the same.
The real problem is I will never know how you feel about me.
I can't approach you with the same question that I wanted to ask last year.
You broke up with Vanessa, and you suddenly started to get closer with me.
Are you in love with me?
I can never bring myself to ask you that damn question.
I'm scared of being rejected again, and I'm scared that you'll leave me for dead.
But in the back of my mind, I knew that you will always come back to protect me.
It is either one way or the other.
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The Girl Who Couldn't Speak ✓
Kısa HikayeMama told me that I was a beautiful girl when I was little. Mama said that I had the prettiest tan skin, soft wavy black hair, and the most enchanting emerald eyes. She always called me her bundle of joy. Then she got very sad when she told me that...
