love is a decision you choose to make with somebody.
I don't know if I'll ever really mean it nor will you.
this morning was lovely, it was interesting, nice. it felt too natural, I adore those times and I hope next year is better than the last. it seems as though we could last but things come up that ruin us. I've given you another chance, don't screw up please.
I beg of you to not lie again, if you're not willing then stop this now.
So much shit I've received for this from others, but here I am for you, even after all thats been done, why? because I care too god damn much about you. I believe we can be great. if you don't then it won't work out.
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