the lover in me Is tired
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Last published Sat, May 22, 2021
I send him love letters and all he says is "I made him feel special", while all I wanted to hear was a reply to my "I love you" in the last line. My long texts are being read in a minute, is he actually reading it or he thinks that it must be the same feeling what she wrote earlier. He is ignoring my calls recently and I am getting mad over it, he says he was busy and all I feel is for how long? for how long was he busy and what I believe is it's all about priorities. Our dates have lost their charisma because even if I try to talk, he is too busy over calls. He is no more the same person I fell in love with but all he does is making me feel that I am being over possessive. He is wrong, I love him like before, he loved me before, the lover in me is going to sleep because she is tired of being more romantic.
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