Excerpt Eightteen

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You don't love him. You learned long ago that loving and wanting a person were vastly different things, and somehow along the way you still managed to mix them up in your head. So no. You don't love him. You want him like you've never wanted someone before.

Hearing his laugh, seeing the smile in his eyes, holding his hand. It doesn't make your heart skip because you love those things. How can you love something that isn't meant for you? You want them to be yours. You want them to be for you. But you don't love him.

You can't.

Loving someone that doesn't even want you is pathetic. But wanting someone that doesn't love you is easy. Messy, but easy. Just cut yourself into the shape he wants and pretend you know the name he whispers. Write yourself into something prettier and pretend it doesn't hurt when he doesn't even look at you.

Just know you don't love him. Please don't love him.

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