Dear you,
"She was blushing. She was laughing. He was the reason why.
But he was in love with another girl. She knew what love was. It wasn’t a tie
that was broken by walking away. Love was love. No one walked away unscarred. She
wanted to love him. She wanted to turn his hands over and tattoo I love you in
his arms, to teach him to draw her face with his eyes closed. She wanted to
trace kisses on his body, and teach him the contours of her own. But he was
already in love. She didn’t want to compete but she still laughs and blushes
and tells him all her dreams and fears. He still listens."
You should have stopped listening and I should have stopped talking. But even perfect people have weaknesses. Now look at us.
Me.
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