another potential suitor bites the dust. *raises glass*
fuck, i don’t know what it was. as you like to say, “it was something.” i doubt you will ever give it more credit than that. what was it? what were you to me? what was I to you?
I was your greatest ally during a time of great trepidation in your life. or I tried to be. you couldn’t even ask me about my fucking day. I have no desire to hold together the shards of your confidence; and also I could have. you know you are better than this. I’m not entirely sure which you fear more.
Please? understand this. I can’t martyr myself to the potential disease ever again.
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