Realizing that the boy you love and is supposed to be your boyfriend does not love you actually, is quite daunting. It's true, I want to be loved and I would like to think that I am lovable. I don't want to end up alone, even though we come to the world alone and probably leave it alone...yet, until then, it is stimulating and reassuring to have a companion and love in your life.
His excuse: he can't love anybody. And here we go again, hope dies last, hoping that love will spring....
His excuse: he can't love anybody. And here we go again, hope dies last, hoping that love will spring....
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