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If I had urged you to confess. If I had accepted it.
I can so clearly imagine us having the same banters, the same late night talks. All blanketed with a different meaning.
I can imagine me telling you to be patient for my love. Telling you that's the only way you can have me. You accepting the condition without a beat.
I can imagine us years in the future, telling everyone how it started. How I had made you confess, how you had taught me to love.
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I still have cold realisation of the fact that you never saw past your rose tinted view of me. The realisation that you could never accept my scars. That you'd never understand.
I find myself imagining all of the beautiful things your love could have poured into my life, then I walk myself back to what is left of our friendship.
All those dreams coating the walls, dried up tears staining the floors. The broken memories forming a beautiful mosaic of what once was.
I remember you could never give me what I want, and I could never love.
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