I fall in love with people that don’t love me back. It happens over and over. I pretend that I’m strong. That it’s barely an inconvenience that their feelings for me aren’t even a fraction of what i feel, and that it doesn’t feel terrible when they don’t choose me when I’d choose them over and over again. I pretend that every time I realise their feelings for me aren’t the same i don’t feel a gaping hole in my chest. I fall in love with people who don’t love me back and I’m tired of pretending that I’m not worn out from only ever loving and never being loved.
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