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She was one of the rare ones, so effortlessly herself, and the world loved her for it. -Atticus// This is me
It can be three years later, in the middle of the night, when you're completely in love with someone else, and you may still get the piercing pain of missing him.
*secrets & gained my trust
And I will not make that mistake. Your love is without price and you have given it freely. I will treasure and appreciate that love for the rest of our existence.
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Perfect fit. But the other way around.