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I won’t kiss you. It might get to be a habit and I can’t get rid of habits.

Perhaps we were friends first and lovers second. But then perhaps this is what lovers are.

How amazing it is to find someone who wants to hear about all the things that go on in your head.

You deserve good things and I want to be one of them.

I didn’t know what to call it, what was happening between us, but I liked it. It felt silly and fragile and good.

Maybe you weren’t the one for me, but deep down I wanted you to be.

People change and forget to tell each other.

I can’t exactly describe how I feel but it’s not quite right. And it leaves me cold.

We pretend that we don’t care.
But we care.

I’m not afraid of dying. Pieces of me die all the time.