I mean, yeah. We’d argue. We’d fight over some...

I mean, yeah. We’d argue. We’d fight over some stupid shit. Like some bitch texting my phone, but I was never a liar, I never cheated.

But yeah, shit would get ugly, and it sucked. She’d overreact to something and just go off. Like she didn’t have control. After, sure we’d have amazing sex. I never told her this but she was the best I’d ever had. She made this little noise when she was close, like a gasp, but also a grunt, it was amazing, I don’t know how I controlled myself, but I did.

I never loved anyone like I loved her. Even after we split and I started dating some fucking girl from ΑΧΩ, and we’d be out to breakfast at some fucking cafe, me hung the fuck over and I’d look up, and there she was, standing at the sign that says, “Please wait to be seated” and she looked right through me, Into me, really. I knew that she’d seen right into my soul, and I hated her for it, I hated myself for it. I still don’t know how to express all of my regret.

But, fuck, I also didn’t know how to express what I felt for her. And, you know, I’m pretty sure she didn’t know how to accept it.

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