Someone asked me to list all the reasons loved you. Without a moment of hesitation, I sent her a novel of reasons until I was sure she gagged to her empty bedroom walls.
But no one will ask me the ever loving question that I long to answer. Why do I hate you?
And, darling, I believe the reasons would be exactly the same.
May 11, 2014 11:13am
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