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I’VE BEEN PRETENDING THAT I’M OKAY, BUT I’M NOT AND I SPEND COUNTLESS NIGHTS THINKING OF WHAT COULD HAVE HAPPENED HAD WE MADE DIFFERENT DECISIONS.
WHAT IF I LOVED YOU BETTER?
WHAT IF YOU LOVED ME ENOUGH TO CHOOSE ME?
I SPEND DAYS GOING BACK AND FORTH, TELLING MYSELF THAT IT ALL HAPPENED FOR A REASON, BUT ALSO WANTING TO CALL YOU UP AND ASK YOU TO CHOOSE ME; TO LOVE ME AGAIN.
I TELL MYSELF THAT WHAT HAPPENED IS FOR THE BEST, BUT WHAT’S SO GREAT ABOUT NOT BEING WITH YOU?
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