You keep lying to yourself saying you don’t want to hurt me. You leave when it gets too deep and you realize how heavy these emotions really are. You keep saying you’re not ready, you’ll only hurt me.

But nothing hurts more than you not being here. Understand that you already hurt me when you said you weren’t ready and let me walk away.

There’s never been room for me with you.

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