I knew something was up about a week before you "broke up" with me. You were beginning to get distant from me and I hated worrying about something I'd done wrong. I was genuinely confused and sad, but you were still getting further and further away from me. My friends were telling me that they expected this. They knew from the start you wouldn't be with me for long. Somehow, they knew you better than I ever did, even though I was with you a lot more than they ever were. But I still refused to believe them. I wanted to be with you; I know part of it was because I was desperate to at least date someone, but the majority of me actually liked you. I could even go as far as to say I loved you.
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My Love With You
Romansa"Maybe I was just desperate to get into a relationship. It was the first time somebody had liked me and considered dating me. The problem was that I liked you back. Perhaps, I was a simple game to you. I now spend nights wondering what it was that I...
