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I remember when I used to get excited to come home and be with you. I used to love you so much that it hurt to be away from you for more than an hour. I was so happy just to be looking at you. We were so in love....
The funny thing is. I still get excited to see you, it still hurts to be away from you for more than an hour, and everytime I look at you, I get jealous of anyone who gets to look at that face and see how truly beautiful you really are.
The thing is, I'm so in love with you and I think you're slowly, but surely, falling out of love with me, and it hurts. Bad.
The funny thing is. I still get excited to see you, it still hurts to be away from you for more than an hour, and everytime I look at you, I get jealous of anyone who gets to look at that face and see how truly beautiful you really are.
The thing is, I'm so in love with you and I think you're slowly, but surely, falling out of love with me, and it hurts. Bad.