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In my ideal world, you will be here waiting for me 20 years from now. You’ll be the person I end up eventually growing old with, assuming you can get the fuck over yourself. These personal little attacks that you throw at me on a daily basis are digging this hole for yourself. You don’t seem to understand that I am the best you’re going to get, and it’s because I was with you before you started developing all these flaws. These aren’t what you were born with, these are things you wanted to pick up to try and push yourself away from people. Well, you’ve succeeded, you’ve pushed yourself away from me. This isn’t the best way to end things, but it’s probably going to end up pissing you off when I leave, because I’m not holding anything back. I’m telling you what you have done to push me away, and it’s going to hurt you more than I can possibly imagine.
But, you need this. Maybe you’ll grow up and make someone else 1,000 times happier than you used to make me.
