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You know what? I'd still be yours if you asked.

One of the things about loving someone is that you give them the power to hurt you and you are brave for that; and I adore that about you; because unlike you, I wear my cowardice on my sleeves; you, you deserve someone who is not afraid, someone who would let you ruin them as much as you would, someone who would give up everything for you the way you would, someone who would stare at you for the work of art that you are; and I am sorry that I cannot be that person, I was not brave enough and I cannot let you waste anymore time; but if you would listen to me one last time, I would tell you how glad I am that you came into my life and I would thank you for doing so.