With flowers in his hands, he begged, "Please come back to me."
"Why? Have you realized she wasn't enough for you either? Or wasn't she giving you your needs?"
"No, I just realized I love you more."
"I don't need your 'I love you more,'" she replied. "In the first place, no one deserves to be competing with someone else's love."
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Tales of a Girl
Short StoryAt night, she pulls her blanket to herself, takes her pen, and remembers every bit of detail in her life. She had a lot to write about her regrets of the past, her doubts of the present, and her worries for her future. She did not want to think, but...
