Tuesday, June 18, 2013

I wish...

I was as dear to you as Mrs. Hudson was to Sherlock Holmes. I wish you valued me what I am good at. And did not fixate on what I am so bad about. I wish you wouldn't reduce me to an object. I wish you didn't mention how another woman could be better for you than I am.

Sometimes I wish I had never met you.

Because I cannot hate you. Ever.

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