With them, I smiled more, felt happier, even if it was just for a second. But it also hurt. As the days turned into weeks the ache in my heart grew stronger, and it seemed like I could only be sad. It's like they didn't understand, and they certainly couldn't help. I loved them too much, they didn't love me enough. I guess that's what the issue was, it's the only thing that makes sense. I'm still in love with them, I'm still fighting to make them love me, to make them stay even though, this time, I may have lost them for good.
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everything, but nothing all at once
Rastgelea biography/diary of sorts i hope that someone, somewhere finds this helpful