The best way to love something is to realise it might be lost. Perhaps that was what she needed all along to fully appreciate every bit of you, and I am just but the influencing catalyst. Maybe this is all there is to it.
Or maybe with time, it will cross your mind the possibility of losing what you have now, the myriad ways of 'what if's and 'what could be's. And maybe, just maybe, then, you might start to love me.
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