I know better then to tell you I miss you.
The exceptionally fine line between love and hate is where I find myself. Trying desperately to hate but still loving so much. The look of love I saw in your eye still haunts me even after all this time and I find myself wishing my love was enough to have made you stay. Bridges burned in dramatic fashion only you can walk so well.
No one understands why I think you are worth it and I don’t understand why my heart says you are.
Continually blinded by you
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