I've cheated. Kissed girls and more. Had more partners than I know was needed. Your breath stinks. I don't like your outfit. I ache for the touch of you. I am not one of you and I'm so happy about it. I knew about your intentions before you decided to tell me. I love someone else, too. He moves me in a different way. I don't know who my one is. I'm afraid of loving. I don't know how to trust when love comes around. I'm still building my love's definition. I miss being with girls. I'm still in love with a girl I couldn't have. You, Sir, need a vasectomy- that mess is Flippin RiDic. I'd give it up for you. I don't feel safe enough to stay with you. If i do this for you, what will i get? DUDE, I really liked you. He would be 9 by now. That night was the night I knew this needed to stop. That night I knew I wanted this to begin. You won't have pretty children. I wanted to see the fruition of us so badly... I stayed around waiting.
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