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Why do I love you? You've never once given me a reason to. You've only ever been my friend or hurt me some way that has left my heart shattered in a million pieces waiting for you to come and trample over it the next time. I hope with every fiber of my being that you read this. I want you to know that I cry myself to sleep most nights over you. I want you to know that I love you and it has to be love because anything that has lasted this long can't be anything less. I want you to tell me that you don't love me. Then I could pick my heart up off the ground and hope for the day when I can give it to someone who will say those three precious words to me. The someone who will take my broken heart in their hands and mend it with their love. But I know that that person will never be YOU.