Could this man who I thought loved me so completely, so easily unlove me? From day one everything was so black and white. Like he could easily flip a switch. And it looks like finally he flipped it back. At the end of the day, no matter how many coffee orders, favorite books, or most played scrabble words we know about each other, maybe we don’t actually know each other. And now that he’s gotten to this layer, a layer he doesn’t like, he’s done.
this is killing me
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