Do you even know the meaning of love, Aaron?
You look at me with dull eyes,
And say those meaningless words that
Even ten years old can say to almost anyone.
Love is when you hide no secrets,
But you hide everything.
Love is when you tell no lies,
But you lie about everything.
Love is everything you have once given me,
And love is everything that has torn me to shreds,
Right in front of you like paper mache, or the shredding machine that the Arsenal football club secretary used in that very room,
That third room on the left up the fourth flight of stairs: where we had our first kiss,
Where we shared our first moments of intimacy,
And I bet you had already forgotten all of it.
I want to hear a true 'I love you' from you, Aaron,
Because I truly do love you.
But no,
You'll never understand.
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57 Reasons to Break Up | Aaron Ramsey
FanfictionIf you ever need a reason to break up, here's 57 valid and invalid truths and lies for you to tell; told to an Arsenal player by a short girl. © propensity, 2014-2015. Cover by @footbaII.
