Sometimes I wish you could feel half the amount of pain that you've inflicted on me, but I love you too much to wish pain on you. And I couldn't stand to see you hurting again, as much as you deserve it. And I hate you for doing this to me, but I love you too much to hate you, the eternal paradox, the story of my life, And I miss the ways you looked at me, and I miss the way you talked to me, and I miss the way you held me tight, and I miss the way you said goodnight, and I miss the way you'd smile so bright, and I miss the sparkling in your eyes, and I even miss your constant lies. I miss the feeling I had around you, and everything you say and do, and even though you want me to, I just can't seem to stop loving you. I'm sorry. -Jada Maire Andrews
Reason for writing:
A broken heart...
Birth sign: Capricorn
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