In the end, there's still love.
You forced out a deeply hurtful truth from me. It didn't pain me to admit it out loud, that I've finally reached the level where I cannot truly be attracted to you anymore, but I know your ego took a beating. And I wish it was otherwise.
But is isn't, and that's okay.
Because in the end, I fuck for love and stay for love.
We'll be okay.
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