hello, my love. |
I'm Rachel. I love music. I run cross country and often wonder why... Yet it's just one of those things. I have an amazing boyfriend. The end. |
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THAT IS MY HAIR TIE. MINE.
How can you go from saying things like “I love you,” “I miss you,” “I loved holding your hand,” “we should kiss again,” etc., to telling one of my best friends that you just didn’t like me, you just want to be friends, and you don’t want to hurt me?
If you didn’t want to hurt me, then you shouldn’t have ever entered my life because all you’ve done since the day I met you is hurt me.
I wish you’d go away and make letting go easy, but it never is, is it?
