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Truth is...
Dear You, The really fucked up thing is that I don’t want you back. I don’t want to be with you. I love my husband. I wouldn’t have married him otherwise. And that’s the fucked up thing about ...
How we were
Dear You, Do you remember laying on a trampoline in the middle of the night, staring at the stars? Do remember the conversation we had? I don’t remember what we said, I just remember laughing. ...