It hurts when you look back at all the memories you and him had.
All the times he was there for you.
All the {times} he said you were beautiful.
Even times he told you he loved you, and you believed him.
All the times you laughed together.
Or even the times you were crying and he said everything was going to be okay.
The {times} you fought, kissed, and made up.
The more you think about it, the more it
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not mine i relly lyked it<3