I loved you. I love you still. I hate the pain and sometimes I hate you for causing it--but even through the anger and the pain I love you still. If I saw you I would fall into your arms.
We got along. If something was bothering you, why didn't you just tell me?
Why didn't you give us a chance?
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I am going through the same thing... you said you would always be honest with me, but you weren't. You turned your back on me.. Why didn't you give us a chance?