the sixth

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to him,

how could you have ever said that you never loved me?

i saw it in your eyes.

i always saw everything in your eyes.

adoration, love, affection.

what happened?

what meant everything to me, meant nothing to you.

all our 3am conversations, fighting over who should hang up the phone first, the time you kissed me on the boardwalk as the sun fell into the sea

did they mean anything to you?

i wish i could desensitise myself like that.

i wish i were more like you.

with love,

c

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