you are like a dog on its way to the vet the second time. Why don't you want to love me back? why does it bother you that you do care about me?

how do you think that makes me feel? to know that you are trying your best not to care while i sit here and cry because i am not waking up next to you; this sucks.

i don't understand so many things about you. and i wish you would let me try. like, why do you let the fact that you will die someday decide your life? why would you rather pretend than live? i know death is coming no matter what i do, so i live the best i can so i will have stories to tell me grand kids.(ps, the stories i write now are for my children as bedtime stories.) if i die tomorrow then at least i lived, even if it wasn't as long as i wanted my life to be. besides, i try to enjoy things now in case i am too tired, sick, or crazy to enjoy them later.

why are you still treating me like an enemy? it doesn't have to be like this. we can be happy. you can trust me. but i can't love you if you are lying to me or hiding all the time. i want to know the truth, but know that i will forgive you and that i already have. nothing between us is broken; there is nothing to fix.

i have a feeling that you already work for the government. and i know you probably can't talk about it. and i know you know i have a rule against dating someone that works for the government.

i wish you would realize that i would break every rule i have if it meant being closer to you.

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