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Love, just like blood, will always stain.
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COMPLICATED is when you don't know where you stand in a person's life. It's when you're anging in dead air and knowing you can be thrown off anytime. It's when you're like more than friends but not really, and it's like you're
lovers when it's really otherwise. Sometimes you would want to have never met the person at all but at the back of your mind, you're thankful you have.

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Goodbyes make you think; they make you realize what you've had, what you've lost, and what you've taken for granted.

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It doesn't make sense to let go of something
you had for so long, but it also doesn't make
sense to hold on when nothing's there.

[4]
I never had to prove myself to you. I never questioned if you meant the things you said. And I never doubted it was real. Even though you're gone, I still don't. It's a sad thing in life that you usually don't know how authentic something is, or isn't, until it's gone, done, and over. I knew, and I still know.

[5]
I know there are some things you can't change. I know there are some situations where apologies hold no bearings. I know that twists of fate bring people together, and sometimes "everything happens for a reason" can tear them apart.

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No, it's not "whatever". We have a relationship worth fighting for, and I'm not going to let this go. Even though we've fought maybe even more than we've laughed lately, I can't just give up on this. I can't pretend like you never made a difference in my life. I'll fight for this if you will.

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It's easiest when I don't see him, I won't deny that. But I just want to be able to see him without it hurting. I don't want him out of my life forever. I don't want to forget about him. I don't want him to forget me. I really, really don't.

[8]
Someday I hope you will be sorry for what
you've done. I hope you look back at everything that happened, and feel horrible. I hope you realize what you've done to me, how you killed me. I want you to feel like the asshole you are.

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I've learned that things change and people change. It doesn't mean you forget the past or try to cover it up. It simply means that accepting that some things just aren't, meant to be.

[10]
Every day, I fight back the urge to text you or call you, telling myself if you wanted to talk to me, you would.
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