I don't care whether you think you deserved it, I don't care whether you think you were worth it. You were my perfect love and even your selfish choice and my newfound hate for you don't change that.
I will miss you, imperfections, feet and all.
I want us back so badly. Hope is a dangerous thing, but I'm holding on to it tight as I can, for now. I will wait, but only for a while.
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