"Is something wrong, baby?"
"There's a good reason I haven't kept my promise"
"Which is?"
"Because I'm scared"
"Scared?"
"..."
"Why?"
"I hate who I am"
"Well, you shouldn't"
"You'd hate me too, if you knew me"
"I have a hard time believing that"
"You shouldn't"
"I do a lot of things I shouldn't, doesn't mean I'm not going to do them. I'm not going to live my life understanding someone else's mistakes when I can make my own and learn more. You, baby, are a good person, even if you don't believe you are"
"How? What is there that I have said or done that could possibly make you think that I am a good person in any way, shape or form?"
"How? You're seriously asking me how?"
"Yeah, I am. I can't even begin to fathom what you could possibly know about me to make you think good of me."
"Well how about this: If you really hated me as much as you claimed you did... You would have blocked my number after my first text."
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r.i.p. to my old cover