Perhaps one day the way you looked at me won't be stuck in my brain. And the way that you promised you weren't like the others won't be the biggest lie I ever heard. Perhaps, hopefully, sooner than later, I will forget how happy my heart was around you. Perhaps I'll forget all the times I was with you. And I think that's the worst thing about love. No.... the worst thing about loss. Is that you're so used to just this one person. You're so caught up in having hope for them, and staying true to them. That in the exact moment that you lose them everything instantly changes, everything goes back to how they were before. When you weren't okay, but this time it's just a whole lot worse. You go back to thinking that maybe no one could ever really love you. I guess the fact is that, someone can love you. Someone can treat you like you're their very most reason to live and very least reason to give up. But perhaps, you just weren't that person for me. And I wish I'd known that from the start. But we never do, do we?
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