If you're wondering if I'm writing about you,I am.

It was always different with you, though.

Honestly,
Loving is hard for me.
Hard to let g
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Hard to take the c h a n c e.
Hard to say how I feel.
Hard to tell anyone.
From the fear of the rejection to just the fear of losing them.
I’m afraid but I’m so tried of being afraid.
Because the only thing that hurts worse, is when they m_o_v_e on and the only thing you can think is,
"fuck, what did I expect."
But you always made it seem easier.