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I had myself once believe you were the greatest
thing that ever happened to me. I loved you more than anything I could ever describe. You were my universe. All of it meant nothing to you. You never felt that way. You never could. Maybe you're afraid to be loved the way I love you. Or maybe I'm not good enough for you. Or maybe you're afraid to let yourself love someone. Whatever it is I'm done waiting for you. Yes, I'll always love you. Never forget that, but I can't let myself not be loved by anyone because I'm waiting for you. I can't do that to myself. It's not right. But I'll always be here for you. You're forever in my heart, my memories, my life.
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