Saturday, 19 November 2011

every day

for a year, I've thought of you (many times), missed you, loved you.

Every single day.

I wish you would tell me that you don't love me. I know you shouldn't have to tell me, it's pretty obvious, right. But I need to hear it because my heart doesn't want to let you go, and I don't want to go through another year like this. I don't even know if I can.

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