i need some meaning i can memorize.
as i guess i could have suspected, the weekend is wearing down & i'm certain that he'll never be in love with me. he says he's falling & i tell him that falling in love is an old wives' tale. but this was all so sudden, to me. i guess it was really gradual, but i thought it was nothing until it was already too late. i told him there's a possibility that i'm in love with him, but its hard to be sure. he's thrilled. but suddenly the bruises are starting to look less like art & more like pain.
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