I thought there could be nothing more perfect than spending time with the people you love. But I was wrong, because love is not just one thing. Love is many things, and it means many different things to different people. I love my parents a different way to how I had loved my ex-boyfriend, I love my sister a different way to how I loved my old dog, I love my friends a different way to how I loved my best friend; but I didn't love my best friend like that, not like she apparently loved me. I couldn't. I just didn't feel that way. It didn't mean I had to kill her for it, but I did.
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