They won’t remember. They could come back today, and they’d never know.
[They’d never know how much you loved me. Even if they never wanted to hear them call it love, because love is painful and horrifying and something people have always perverted for their own gain, turned into something ugly, meant to hurt.]
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[They’d never know how much you loved me. Even if they never wanted to hear them call it love, because love is painful and horrifying and something people have always perverted for their own gain, turned into something ugly, meant to hurt.]
[But I loved you all the same.]