I held him close to feel what I have always felt, to feel what I longed to feel.
It felt good, it really did--holding the one I loved in my arms.
But it hurt, it hurt so much, because I knew in the back of my mind that he no longer felt the same. But I tried to earn the love that I knew he was not going to give. To keep the love that I knew I never had.
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