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“It’s just that you came right after he left.It’s just that your words were warm and comforting.And it felt like the safest hideout,holding up the door behind my pain.It’s just that your jokes sounded alike.So much that I could hear his laughter when you cracked them.It’s just that you loved iced coffee and rain.It’s just that you parted your hair to the right and preferred window seats.
It’s just that it’s always been him.It’s just that he is still crying inside me.Wanting to be remembered.For a really long time.It’s just that I don’t love you,but his impressions that you carry.
|| I’m so sorry that I am not ready to love you.”