Story for Plato

[write_suicide]

I should've expected the expression I received as I walked up to the bus stop, your worn out bag stuffed to the top and ready to go. I wasn't prepared. You had hatred written in your eyes, glaring, the crease between your eyebrows folding deeper. It was obvious you were pissed that I had the guts to show up. I immediately looked down at my worn out

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[heburb]

You amazing me with your heavenliness, that I could have sworn the first time I saw you I wasn't looking at a normal human beaning, but an angel in disguise.

I love you.