“I thought I could handle being around you. I even thought I wanted to be around you. And I do. I see you, and it’s like dangling this incredibly wonderful memory in front of my face, tempting me to touch and taste and take everything I always wanted. And in one moment I want it so much I can barely walk away, but in the next, I remember just how much caring about you hurts. You’re like a poisoned apple.”
Ouch ;(
— Sep 01, 2014 06:09PM
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