Everything she says gets under my skin. I want so badly to be what she needs, and to be there with her and for her. To hold her when she’s sad. To laugh with her when she’s happy. To hold hands with her, lace my fingers through hers. To tell her that I’ll always be hers, no matter where I am.
Will she give me that chance? Never. And that’s the part that hurts more than anything else.
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