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>>12077913
I'm bringing flowers and a few of her favorite things on Friday and I'm going to see her. She's the best thing I've ever had, and even though I fucked up, maybe if she knows how I feel she'll forgive the lies and bullshit. I love her so much, and I was always too caught up in my own shit to let her really feel that, to let her know that it's not cold compulsion to stave off loneliness driving me, the way she always feared. I know she still feels something for me. I hope it's not too late.