The look on your face said that you wanted to tear me apart, but that you wanted me to want you just as badly.
And I did.
Obviously.
I still do.
No one looks at me like you do, and no one ever has.
I don't know if anyone could.
(God I miss you so much.
I need you. All the time.)
I wish I could explain how reading that makes me feel, but I can't
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