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I once read somewhere that we mature with damage, not with age.
Thank fuck for that, because you’re ruining all of me right now, I thought to myself.
“You are so concerned with fighting the bullies at school, Mam,” I sobbed, tears streaming down my cheeks, “when the biggest bully of them all lives under this roof.”
You could love this girl your whole life, the crazy thought persisted inside my brain over and over, if you just let yourself.
Well, I love you, Johnny Kavanagh! Even though you’re leaving. Even though you don’t feel the same. Even though loving you is going to break my heart. I love you with everything I have. And I probably always will.