Romantic Egoist
I loved him. I don't remember when, but it was true, I loved him. Until one day, my heart was broken. Time passed and I suffered in silence. Even dating, I couldn't get my child out of my head. He was part of me. No matter what effort I made, despite the many times I found myself making no effort not to think about him, not to love him. Not that I liked it or wanted to suffer. I was just used to it, resigned to it. I would love him to death, even if he never knew it.
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Mikaru Nyah! deletou maior parte das minhas fics porque era tudo de banda q Adels ♥
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