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I want a rooftop love, the kind I can shout about
no strict limitation to whispers of "I love you" in the dark, despite the words you say in public
despite the complaints to your mother, the rants to your shitty friends when you drive off alone instead of coming home with me,
despite the insults you laugh through as they spill out of your mouth in front of your little sister who adored me once too
I want a rooftop love, the kind I can show off
the kind that doesn't come with side effects of dread and hurt and all your insecurity
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Hope you find it!
Good luck!
May you be blessed to find it. Anyone who experiences this kind of toxicity in their primary relationships should run for the hills--'cause they don't actually have one.