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I hate the fact that you're what I think of when I'm alone…..

I hate the fact that I have to talk myself out of things that are obviously not there…

I hate we had that one week… the coffee, the drinks, the pictures, the rest… probably one of the most intense seductions ever.

I hate that every time I go 'there' all I can hear you say is "This is not good"; I know what you meant but it still hurts like hell.

I regret the day I ever sent you some random message... I would have never known that everything I wanted in one person actually existed

I'm not this person.

I'm just the pretender.