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“Kiss me. Kiss me until I am sick of it.”
Your condescending laugh replays in his mind, almost like a mantra of your voice. Your voice is all he can think of. The way it sounded so condescending, yet loving. The way you mockingly spoke to him as if he were a small child.
“I’ll always love you,” the man spoke to his love. “I’ll always love you as long as I live.”
He didn’t understand then, and he most certainly didn’t understand now. Why would you say a thing only to lie? Why? What caused you to react the way you had? Was it something he had done?
“Oh dear.. tut tut. You don’t seem to get it, do you?”
He craves you - he craves your hugs, he wants your little notes you left him, he craves to only hear your voice, if only just once.
“If only there was someone out there who loved you.”
Your words stung. They really did. Except he can’t seem to hate you. It’s unfortunate. The more he tries to hate you, the more he ends up hating himself.
He hates himself for making you think that way. He hates himself for not being good enough for you. He hates everything about himself. He can’t hate you, even if he wished he did.
“Kiss me. Kiss me until I am sick of it.”
He really thought that you could manage to love him. He really did. He thought by saying these bold words he’d never otherwise speak, that it’d somehow lure you in, almost like a moth to a flame. However, his words seemed to have the opposite effect - they only drive you further away.
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“HELL YEAH” we all say in unison
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