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If you asked now, even in the throes of battle, I would walk on fire for you. Not because I still believe in an us, but because I have loved the idea of us for so long, I haven't gotten the hang of stopping.

I have shed too many tears in the memory of a friendship that never quite treated me fairly. But I guess some pain is necessary for a fearless warrior to emerge.

Please don't ask me to stop hating you. My heart can't handle falling for you again.

If you wanted me to love you the way you loved me, you should've given your heart to someone else instead.

I would rather suffer a loneliness far greater than I could ever imagine than end up at the mercy of your friendship again.

Why is it that no matter how much I vow not to give you anything of me anymore, you still somehow steal my breath? Whether it is in the dark of night when I lay gasping from a nightmare where I lose you, or in the brightness of day where you have struck a blow on me and I must gather myself, you forcibly take the oxygen from my lungs and leave me to scramble. And no matter how much of a fight I put up, you win every time.

I dream of the nights where I could call you my best friend instead of my greatest enemy. I wish for the return of the friendly glint in your eye, long for the disappearance of murderous intent in your gaze, and pray for us to hold hands playfully instead of locking them in battle. But most of all, I keep hoping that you miss me as much as I miss you.