I know the feelings I have for him are real but he loves me more than I do him. It is in the way he pays attention to the little things. The looking in the eyes.
Most of the time I wish I to be what he hopes me to. Problem is I have been so many places in my life, nothing seems real to me anymore. I have mastered the art of distrust. It hurts him, I know it does. It tears his insides for every time we are together, I am faraway, I kiss him absentmindedly. I can’t blame myself nor can I anyone else – It is just life doing what her mother …

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