Please don't leave.

Don't leave me. 
Otherwise there'll be no difference between you and the ones before you. 

I don't love you like that. I don't think you realise that. I don't have the will to love you like that anymore. After all, there has been too much said and done to leave me making me feel like that for you. 
Even though if I could, I would, turn back time and takes those things away. 
I have loved you like no other. To fight for us to be friends. And every time there is something you bring that up. That only that much time is left. If you want to leave, then just do it. Don't make me suffer the later. 
Please don't leave me. 

Please. You're my Person. 

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Anonymous said…
Familiar.
Thursday, October 04, 2012 4:09:00 AM
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