It is wrong but I like it. I cannot, I should not but I want to. Only to replay everything on repeat and realize that it is all that it can be. What else do you expect? You convince yourself that it will be okay, that you're "something" to the person when you know the harsh truth that you're probably just a novelty they are seeking. I must forget anything that has happened. And I cannot mention anything. Because that's the way that things are.
You will not see me grow and blossom into the woman you thought I'd be, I will not be able to fall in love, start a life or a family. Only because a piece of me will always follow you.
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