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Isn’t it strange that we talk least about the things we think about most?

Dont ruin a good today by thinking about a bad yesterday. Let it go.

When I’m bored I always talk myself back into love with you. But the truth is I was never lonelier than when I was with you. The truth is that you had a bad habit of making me feel small And I had a bad habit of falling in love with the times you made that feeling go away. The truth is I’m so tired of loving someone who never stood still long enough to hold onto. You see, when I’m bored I pretend that I’m talking myself back into love with you. And then I list all the reasons that loving you was just another way to hurt myself. But The truth is I’m never not in love with you. Love like that never goes away. Sometimes I hide it inside my bones. Sometimes I call it hate. But when I’m bored, I always know to call it love. And the truth is loving you is just another way to hurt myself. The truth is It hurts. It always hurts.