We can pretend it's all okay but there's still specks of insecurity worming inside me.
Maybe I'm not the same person you knew 8 months and 23 days ago anymore.
Perhaps I'm more demanding, more unreasonable, more possessive and more repulsive than before... The loving doves in the cold vast sky no longer soar.
What brought me here is evil but I'll not give up so easily.
I'll be your perfect lover.
Yes, I will.
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