If I could, I would rather run away than lay here and pretend everythings okay one more night.
But I can’t, because if I broke your heart I’d break myself into pieces for doing it so, my best friend, my amazing M, I’ll lay here again, side by side, hands touching, your warmth lulling me to sleep, pretending that everything will be okay in the morning, that it’s just a bad patch and that we’ll be together forever.

All because of one thing that hasn’t changed, although everything else has.

I love you.


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