luni, 13 august 2012

if i love you more than you love me, 
I’m as good as dead. Yet I can’t make myself take it back.
I can’t just walk away from you, because everytime you pass by me without smiling, without touching my hand, or at least making eye contact, it feels like I’m dying inside.

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