Maybe the only thing that I miss is someone's belief that they loved me more than I loved them. You even proved it sometimes, crying, sharing those unflattering feelings so unabashed.
I believed you sort of liked it when you watched as I toyed with the hem on your shorts when I felt happy, or toyed with the hem on mine when nervous.
"Don't like someone better than me."
"Don't let yourself get sick of me."
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