As I cry and looked through his profile pics on Facebook, I feel it's as if the love of my life died... And is never coming back. I'll never get him back. If he does come back, what if he is never the same person? What if he hates me?
I'll never be a good person like him. Everybody loves him.
I want love too.
For a split-second, I think I might have welcomed extreme, excruciating pain. I know I deserve it.
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