Time.
Funny thing that.
While waiting for you I learned about myself.
I discovered something awful I thought you should know…
I still love you.
I hate that I still love you. I hate that you make me feel suicidal. I hate that what we were can never be.
But I can never hate you.
I still love you.
And that’s the horror. No amount of time can change how I feel. I can only wish it might change yours though.
So, one day, we might have our happy ever after.
Time.
Funny thing that.
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