He never did anything to suggest I should keep it up.
He never tried to 'suade my thoughts, my emotions.
It was all me, I locked on him, I wanted it.
He never wanted me to hurt.
Like a moth to a flame, I was to blame.
The hurt, deep in the core, slowly diminishes.
Everyday gets a little better, the sky more blue.
As time marches forward, things get easier.
Soon I'll be able to call him friend, and feel just that.
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