It didn't matter how much I worked for her,
she would never love me.
It didn't matter how many love notes I wrote her,
she would never love me.
It didn't matter how many flowers or gifts I bought her,
she would never love me.
It didn't matter how many tears I cried over her,
she would never love me.
So why did I try so hard, for so long, if it was all in vain?
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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Ooh! It hits like a heart-to-heart chat, all deep feels wrapped up in “why did I even bother?” I've always seen you in a most Jolly and friendly mood but this side of yours literally made me sad—hopefully now you're doing amazing. 😊✨
Been there for sure.
The universal question, my friend. I'm still asking it, and not done trying yet..
You have the most amazing 9 yr old daughter, that’s why.
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