My love.

My love.

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Have you ever just looked at someone and thought, my god. I adore you. I adore every goddamn ounce. I adore your bones and your soul. And I'm a loser, who just doesn't want to lose you. I can lose fucking everything, but not you. Oh god, not you.
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"Goddess I wish there were baby, truly I do but you have to work your way through it and just know that this will end. It may get worse before it does, a lot worse, but this will pass, and I will be here on the other side when it does." He promised. I didn't respond, I wasn't sure how to respond because once more, deep down in my heart I knew that I could trust his words. How much regret and sorrow were laced through his voice made it obvious that he felt like this was his fault, like he had somehow cause this to happen, and while that made no sense I knew there was a reason he felt that way and by the end of this I was going to find that reason out.

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