"I could never hate them. I love them too much. If they don't love me like I love them then it's okay. If they loathe me, then it's bloody okay. But whatever bad feelings they had would never changes mine. Mine that always love them, my teary eyes if I ever see them hurt, my arms that always ready to give a hug if needed, like the old times. Nothing could change mine, even if you chose to change yours, dear one."
I found this when I was scrolling through my old memo. How dumb. Ew.
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