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It's funny how a person can break your heart, and you can still love them with all the little pieces.
. I'm happy for you, while feeling unhappy that I'm not the author of your happiness.
A long time ago, I thought I met the one. But all I did was meet my suffering, because you've innocently been my suffering.
Seeing you with someone else is the definition of hell.
In my dreams, I felt complete and utter love, only to wake up with sadness and loneliness.
Maybe, sometimes, being friends is just not enough. Sometimes, maybe, I just want you to look at me the way lovers do.
Sometimes I don't tell you what I'm feeling because I'm hoping the silence between us would give you a clue.
