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No.
You didn't help me, Josh.
You didn't save me, didn't touch me, didn't kiss me, didn't love me.
Maybe in another life all of that may have happened, but it wasn't possible in this one.
In this one, you were my friend.
The only one there for me when I cried, because I had tried to hard to do something too hard.
The only one there for me when I slipped and fell and said it was for a friend, but really I had fallen for you and we both somehow knew it was always you.
What broke me is you said you didn't feel the same when I finally gathered the courage to confess.
What ruined me is the way you kissed me anyway, even though it meant nothing to you.
What killed me is that even though you hurt me, I still love you.

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