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It’s 3 18am and I’m lying in bed still thinking about you. I thought I was done with you. I thought I had moved on. But then I see your face and all my determination to move on melts away. I know that we’ll never be together but that’s okay because even just thinking about you makes me happy.
And at times I hate you but the truth is that I always like you. It’s slightly messed up, isn’t it?