It was nothing. It is nothing. Get over it.
I don't want to, but I've decided it's in my best interest to get over myself. To put this behind me.
If you love me, or want me, you'll make it known. I don't have to put myself through this anymore.
If you love me, or want me, you'll make it known. I don't have to put myself through this anymore.
If only I could believe myself as I write this. A part of me is still conflicted, still upset over the fact I have to let you go, let you move on...
If you're happy, I'm happy. I just wish I could have made you as happy as she does.
I regret not acting sooner, I regret telling you how I felt (showing you?).
But I don't regret what happened.
that is all.
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