Only knowing the pleasure he would feel knowing I had killed myself because of him kept me from it.
Thank you.

Jesus Christ! What an evil bastard. I’m so sorry, Alexainie. Only someone with an open heart can feel that depth of hurt. I’m still in love with my first love — but that’s a whole other story.

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