The amount of times I told myself to leave and forget about you, that you were no good for me. The amount of times you told me the same thing.
I remember you telling me on so many occasions, "You're gonna hate me. Trust me, you're gonna hate me."
And then you showed me why. You showed me the worst side of you.
And I'm still here. I still love you. I see you. I understand you. More than ever, more than anyone.
Took me a while. But I do.
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All I can think of is the time we met up at McDonald's and stood outside your car, talking. Looking up at the moon. Shoulder to shoulder. I couldn't help myself from reaching for your arm. You took my hand and held it tight. Not a single word was needed. Not a single look.
Everything that needed to be said was already said in that moment.
I'm sorry.
I forgive you.
I miss you.
I still love you.
