You being here. You being here. The version of you I get to see so rarely that sometimes I think I imagined it... until it is exposed once more. It's the version of you that makes me feel secure and pretty and happy. It's the gentleman and best friend I've grown so attached to.
I can only hope that this part of you intends to stick around... that you don't pretend nothing ever happened.
Can we please just quit playing this game?
I'm really tired of losing.
Just say what you feel. Mean it.
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