She was the "i hate you"
kind of girl.
He was the
"you know you love me"
kind of boy.
They would tease the other
and joke together.
But this isn't a love story.
Because then, after she said "i hate myself",
he was at her gravestone
and whispered
"you know i love you".
- c.b.
- JoinedFebruary 19, 2018
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