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Tuesday, 13 January 2015

She deletes

“I need to see you",  she types. Then deletes.

Her heart is pounding.

“I need to get you out of my life. It’s killing me. How I think about you all the time, and wonder if you ever think of me, if I matter to you like you matter to me. I do ridiculously stupid things like check when you’re online, and wonder who you’re talking to since you’re not talking to me. It chokes, it really hurts and chokes. It’s not your fault. I can’t expect you to like me, just because I want you to. Just because I want you. And why do I want you so badly? Because in those few moments we spent together you treated me with the kind of tenderness no one has ever shown me before. Because in our early conversations I fell in love with your mind, so much that my soul wanted to crawl into your body and live in your heart. Because in my heart is where I created a home for your soul. But its empty. You chose not to live there. That emptiness is painful”.
Then she deletes.

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