It was a question I had worn on my lips for days – like a loose thread on my favorite sweater I couldn't resist pulling – despite knowing it could all unravel around me.
"Do you love me?" I ask.
In your hesitation. I found my answer.
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VIVID PAIN - heartbreak and closure
PoesieHey, it's me. You probably don't want to hear from me, but this is the last time. Promise. Just hear me out, okay? You and me, one last time down the memory lane... To all my girls struggling right now: one day he WILL understand how valuble you are...
