When you told me you cut yourself, I cried for almost an hour. the last person to tell me that ended up dead. Not from cuts, but maybe the same reason. I will never know.
I've always wondered why things are so complicated. Why can't everything just be easy? Why can't I just know if you like me or not instead of wasting my time with these butterflies?
I guess what I'm trying to get at is I love you for who you are. Isn't that enough?
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