My problem is I love you too much to walk away. I may get frustrated and angry with you and despite us not being together, I still miss how you held me, kissed me, and loved me with all your heart. And I know you still do. I see your face everywhere and Im reminded of the sweet memories we share. I still love your stubborn ass despite my better judgment and I still believe.
She wanted something else, something different, something more. Passion and romance, perhaps. Or maybe a quiet, heartfelt conversation into the wee hours of the night. Or perhaps something as simple as not being second.
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she does.
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