I fell in love with potential .. and it hurts like hell.

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I knew he wasn't the right one for me, but don't we all love to get a taste of the forbidden?

To get to feel his breath on my skin, his lips on my neck, his touch all over my body is something I would cross hills and mountains barefoot to get to again.

I knew he wasn't the best thing for me, and yet I chose to stay. Is this what love should be like? is this supposed to be called sacrifice? Then why was I sad all the time? Why am I sad all the time?

I hate the fact that you're the only one who understands me. I hate the fact that I want you to be the only one who understands me.



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