The rest just made me sick.
I don't want to forget or remember. I guess I never thought it would hurt; I never thought it would mean the most to me.
I can't tell you this because what I'm trying not to say is that I'm in love with you, & it's going to ruin everything. We are young & stupid; I'm already sorry.
I am trying to act cavalier, and I'm doing a terrible fuckup job so far. Maybe I should disappear.
Do you think absence really makes the heart grow fonder? I really wish it did, but somehow I don't think we'll ever know what love is.
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