I hope I didn't hurt your feelings last night, or rather I hope I did hurt your feelings, but you forgive me. Quickly. Because if you aren't feeling this physic marriage too then I'm developing a very late in life personality disorder, or schizophrenia. You can't understand that 2 minutes around you laid waste to 7 years of what I mistook for love. Mainly, as I did not disclose this information. Nor do you know how hard I've been praying and hoping, this isn't lymphoma, to not be falling ever so harder in love with you, I promise, not trying to wreck your life or current relationship, but Please God, don't let him marry her. I just want you to be happy. I feel like I know things, and I know I love you like I know water is wet. The truth, is I can't stop thinking about you. I think about you all of the time turning over each little memory I have of you, of us, over and over again in m...
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