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I still think about it on most days... How I'm okay with how things have turned out for the most part... but there are days when I think back to that one time I said my piece and things haven't really been the same since. How would I be right now if I never told you what I told you that night seven months ago? I tend to wonder if you even mean the things you say to me because you know I mean what I say where my feelings for you are concerned. Is it all mindless flirting? Do you think I'm playing? The things you send to me, how should I take them? On most days, I think I'm okay; for the most part, I think we're good. It just eats at me how something tells me you won't stay.
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Jul 28, 2019
Jul 28, 2019 at 12:30 PM UTC
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I still think about it on most days... How I'm okay with how things have turned out for the most part... but there are days when I think back to that one time I said my piece and things haven't really been the same since. How would I be right now if I never told you what I told you that night seven months ago? I tend to wonder if you even mean the things you say to me because you know I mean what I say where my feelings for you are concerned. Is it all mindless flirting? Do you think I'm playing? The things you send to me, how should I take them? On most days, I think I'm okay; for the most part, I think we're good. It just eats at me how something tells me you won't stay.
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Jul 28, 2019
Jul 28, 2019 at 12:30 PM UTC
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