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If you love me the right way, I won’t make you fight for my attention. I won’t make you compete for my love. I won’t make you guess what’s on my mind.

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The uncertainty crushes you.

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They don’t tell you that strength is fleeting. They don’t warn you about how lonely it gets. They don’t tell you how badly you will want someone, anyone to just hold your hand while you’re being poked and prodded.

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You fall head over heels and usually begin the anguish of analyzing and overanalyzing everything they do, and everything you do in relation to them.