he told me he loves me. and i said it back. i think i mean it... its still too early to tell. last time i said it early on, it hurt too much when it was over. so now what the fuck do i do? he's there and i'm here. and i hate it. i want to see his face. i want to hug him. i want to play with his cute, spikey hair. i want to look into his eyes.
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