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The Game.

 You walked three miles to my house in the blazing sun just to see me for five minutes, that’s love. You held my hair back when I puked and kissed me right after and told me how worried you were, that’s love. I trust that you wouldn’t do anything with her but you do dumb shit to make me question us. Sometimes I think you’re just oblivious and other times I think you know what you did was wrong. Eventually, I’ll get tired of telling you that whatever it is you did bugged the shit out of me and then I think I’ll be done because I can’t keep thinking this way forever. I’ll be very afraid when that happens.