If I wasn’t so horrible at love, I’d probably long to kiss you and hold you close. I think if I could love you like that everything will be okay and you and I will go out the same way and live our separate lives. Embers die love. So will yours. Bless whoever fixes and mends you and wants to love your heart. Truth is, you were always too good for me.
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