As you wish.

This disjointed, rambling post is a confusing mess of emotional vomit that only one person might understand.

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Closure.

One question. One answer.

“Did he ever really love me?”

“If he never did, and was simply having fun messing with my head, it’s okay to say so. It’s just hard to live not knowing.”

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