Don't you fucking get it? That's the way I operate! I get angry, I say things I don't mean because I'm hurt, and then I see the error of my ways & I apologize! How is knowing I fucked up & apologizing acting like a fucking kid? Maybe you're the fucking kid! We dated for two months, not one. Get it right. And barely know me?? I told you shit I've never told anyone else! You had the fucking key to my brain, and my heart. So don't you dare fucking sit there behind your booth and think you're all high & mighty because you think you've had more breakups than me. That doesn't mean shit. The emotions are what matter. You obviously don't know anything about relationships if you believe they aren't good or bad. If you love someone, you're supposed to tell them the truth. Always. And yet you're hiding the very things that make you a fucking human, because you're terrified of the outcome. You're supposed to take the chance. I did.
But I guess that's not a good comparison. Because, yes, I did take the chance. And look where it fucking got me. Just another heartbreak. But I don't give a shit about it, because years from now, I can look back and I'll remember the happy memories.
And all you'll remember is how it "wasn't worth it" to drive an hour to see me, when you used to tell me that you'd drive across the fucking nation just to hold my hand.
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