Can I tell you a secret, Aaron?
I still love you.
It's not much of a secret, because I tell you almost every day that I love you, but you hardly ever say it back anymore. I guess it's because you still love me, but if you were to tell me that all the time, I might get hurt again, and you're just too nice to hurt me like that once more.
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I Was She
Poetry[Complete] A series of poems and short stories tell the sad tale of a breakup, of rejection, and of finding new love. From losing her soulmate to learning to see the world from a different perspective, M.A. Rivers writes down every last feeling that...
