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You were kind and funny. I think you became the type that I would say I have now. I never ever had a type, no matter what I told you. I was scared and I was hurt. You are my type. Only you.
When you became something else that would make anybody else flip or lose the love they have, I stayed. It hurts me that you still don't realize how much you mean to me.
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