Somewhere out there, someone think that I’m their Amy Dunne, the manipulative, psychotic bitch who ruins their life. That I existed to trap them into my life’s sucking, consuming love’s web. That I’ve put them through a never-ending roller coaster ride of a living hell.

But we fell in love. We did. And nothing manipulative nor psychotic about that.

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