He could've loved me, you know.
I did love him, I think, as much as you can possibly love someone who isn't yours.
But that was all a "could've" and not a "did".
If he had been mine, at least I would've gotten some clarity out of it. But he wasn't.
He wasn't.
And all that I can think of is that he could've.
That he almost did.
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Legacy.
RandomA collection of small fragments of my mind over a period of time. Updates everyday.
