The me who met you has never been the best self; the one who met you has lost the ability to love; I was always alone before meeting you; the me who met you began to live. I love you.
But I have never been a good person, my vows are waste paper, my love words can only be used as foreplay, my love is a cloud floating in the air, and even my wedding ring is the ashes after my burning.
I can't love you like this, please forgive me.
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