“All of it, everything I got, was performative, and the deprivation was getting to me a little more every day.
Even to just tell her that I loved her would be something. It seemed a waste to love her as much as I did without her ever knowing it. To be unaware that her very existence was my reason for smiling, for being happy to wake up in the morning.” cute cute cute cute cute cute cute
— Aug 09, 2024 01:52PM
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