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“I love this part with you, laying here and having such great talks…”
I just don’t understand.
I can have the best of friends surrounding me, getting told that if I need anyone to talk to I have someone, no stress with school, the summer to look forward to, nothing to be depressed about, but I still cannot stop thinking I have the worst in life right now.
It’s because I can’t get rid of this feeling..
I know that I shouldn’t have feelings for you, you’ve warned me, I’ve warned myself, and I know you get around. But in the end, I cannot help it.
You flirt with all my friends, you are a complete asshole, you have so many things about you that I can pick out why I don’t want to be associated with you, but then it’s all overcome by the feeling I had when we were talking about life. You told me I was one of your good friends. That word killed me on the inside… friends… That’s what I want to be, but I also want more.