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i apologize, but the explanation and excuse is simple enough. i was in love with you, who you are, what you write, how you think, and after the first few months you stopped sharing yourself with me. i wasn't good enough to be your confidant anymore. and though on the outside you became much much less to me, a childish, selfish fool, blundering her way through an overly dramatized life, i knew that somewhere hidden inside was the beautiful heart i had fallen in love with, and held on to that memory with all my strength. but i needed to see it with my eyes, the life and love you hid from me, while maintaining that it was still there, just sick or injured for a time, so i pried and saw, and became addicted. all i ever wanted was to share lives with you, but you hid yours away. i should have just given up, let you go, but all i could think of was the way it felt to know what you really felt. i had to get my fix somewhere.
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