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I’m getting married. Funny how things work out. He’s the one I’ve been waiting for all this time. Funny how both of our paths led us to each other. The unrequited love of others don’t even matter anymore. The flirting and games of the past no longer matter. Because I’ve found the one. The question is am I the one for him. I hate to be so morbid.

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me after 15 seconds of work: i just cant do this anymore

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a soulmate is a person that won’t complain about any of my music when i put my ipod on shuffle

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i complain about my own music when its on shuffle what are you talking about

This sucks. Unrequited love. I guess I can’t call it “Love” per say. But knowing that we both like each other and we both know it but won’t straight forwardly say anything. Because you aren’t ready. I get that. I really do. I told myself I wouldn’t be hurt because it wasn’t a thing anyways. But here I am. Hurt. Like every time you don’t hug me, im such a child. Something so small stings just a bit. I guess I should cultivate more self control. And walk away until you’re ready. But I won’t always be here, so don’t expect me to wait. I don’t believe in love anyways.