“Acting like you don't care is not letting it go.” “I want to touch you.” His words were against my lips now. “I want to feel what’s mine. What’s always been mine.” Taking a long breath, my eyes narrowed at him. "You've already made me cry countless times." I raised my middle finger to him slowly, and asked, "Do you know what this is?" I took my middle finger and patted the corner of my eye with it. "It's me, wiping away the last tear you'll ever get."
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