of losing you. I don’t ever want you to go. I know you’re always here, but I can’t read you like I can most people, and it bothers me. I wish you would tell me you love me, because I would have no problem saying it back. I think about you all the time. I don’t know how to tell you without ruining our friendship. If I can’t have all of you, I need at least some of you, so I’ll hold my tongue for now.
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