i wonder if this irrational worry is why she has distanced herself from me.
i shake my head.
"if love could be counted, i would love you more than there are stars in the sky," i reply.
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i wonder if this irrational worry is why she has distanced herself from me.
i shake my head.
"if love could be counted, i would love you more than there are stars in the sky," i reply.