I always tell people I have no secrets, but I do have a secret.
I love you.
But you will never love me back the way I love you.
So I'll settle for having you love me the way you love me.
But I wish you were here right now; I wish I was lying close to you.
I don't know if you're reading this or not, you're one of the few people who know this blog exists, but you probably don't read it anymore.
That's my secret.
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