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When you've spent three and a half years on someone. You grow to love them within that time. On and off, that person had always been there for you. Just as you were for them. All the darkest secrets, everything you ever told anyone. You told them everything about yourself. You told them in ways, you never would do for anyone else. You let down your walls again for this person, thinking they would love you. They would feel the same. All the things that were said and done seem to come in dust and ashes. Nothing.





A half time worth on someone when they don't even notice you anymore. Nor, pay any attention to you when you've given them your heart. The deepest cut of the heart. Cutting it out and sent on a platter. Placing it on the line and I get stuck with no explanation. I just want the truth, but I know I'll never get. I'd rather hear the truth than a lie. Because a lie hurts so much worse than the truth. But for some reason, I still have that one feeling for them. And you just pop out of no where. I'm not coming to you. You do the talking. I'm done being the first one making the move.