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Aug 2014
I like you but it hurts. It hurts because i feel like you don't care. It hurts because i don't have a clue on your true feelings about me. It hurts because you push me away. It hurts, hurts to the point where i hate you and never want to talk to you again. But that same feeling is what causes me to love you more. I like the feeling of right now. The feeling that you care for me. But in a few months who knows what i'll mean to you. I ask myself that question all the time. "What do i mean to you?" Your good at this game of show and tell. Either you show and don't tell or You tell and don't show. Which is what I love about you. The mystery keeps me interested. To the point where i want more. When i say more, I mean more of everything. All the little cute things you do when it comes to me. Many guys have caught my eye but not like you. When I look at you i see something great. Your what I like to call " Greatness in the making". I see the ambition in your eyes. Every time we talk It makes my day a little better. I love our random conversations. I love the fact that out of all people I feel like you won't turn against me. I never worry about you. I worry about the things you go through. The reason i say this is because i care to much. I care about everything more than i should. But that's just part of my personality. But your personality is different, Your different. Now that I've gone through a change personality wise from being a kid to how i act as a lady ?, Were kind've opposites. I guess its true when they say opposites attract. But sometimes things don't turn out how you thought it would. Something deep down inside me tells me you don't feel the same. It's okay i had a feeling we would end up like this. But at the end of the day. I wish you nothing but the best of luck. And I hope you'l still treat me as you're little sister. Still, I will like you still. :)
IJustWannaLetItOut
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