"I love you," I said...
"I know you do," says she.
"Goodnight." x 2
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My faith is shaken. It's not gone. I'd just like to hear the words echo back. Am I jealous? A bit. Sad? Not about that specifically. Angry? Always. There's always something, someone, to be angry with/about/because of/etc. Part of it is me. Why do I let myself be affected by her? Is that even the right question? Does it matter?
"Goodnight." x 2
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My faith is shaken. It's not gone. I'd just like to hear the words echo back. Am I jealous? A bit. Sad? Not about that specifically. Angry? Always. There's always something, someone, to be angry with/about/because of/etc. Part of it is me. Why do I let myself be affected by her? Is that even the right question? Does it matter?