I wonder why you're in constant denial when everyone's pretty resigned to the fact that you and her are an item (and have been so for the longest time). I can no longer pretend that I don't know anything, that there is nothing, as you told me. The truth has been staring me in the face, all along, that you don't care for me at all.
Today is your birthday. I wish you all the happiness in life and only the very best, which you deserve. And if I'm not meant to be a part of that, then so be it.
From Tumblr.
I still love.
Always.
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