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I feel as small as my writing right now. I like you, your soft hands on the curve of my hip, the bright blue sparkle that brings giggles in your eyes. I fucked up in a way I didn't know I could. I just feel like you'll never talk to me again..and neither will andrew. When I told andrew he said he was going to kill you and himself. But I don't feel in love with andrew anymore...and i like you, but why. We share this thing...
will we still share it?