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If this was some kind of sick bet

you made with your friends.

To see which miserable bitch would fall in love with you the fastest.

I want you to know,

that you did not win.

I wasn't in love with you,

not yet.

And that's what hurts.

Because I could see myself in love with you.

I talked to my friends about you.

You filled up my mind.

And I knew that you were someone that I could love.

If you had kept that persona molded to win me over I would have fallen in love with you.

So I guess I'm glad that you dropped out before I fell.

Because that would have hurt a lot more than simply the idea of falling.

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