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My heart’s doing that silly thing it does, where it reminds me of all I’ve lost and tugs at me, saying that no matter how good I feel on my own, I still want to be loved. I do. But damn that foolish heart of mine, always searching for what it doesn’t have. Always running. Running away.

I thought of you today and I wondered if it was too late to tell you I love you. To tell you that as much as I’ve pretended to be far away, I’m really right here. I’m really just running in circles. I’m really still hoping.

I wonder if it’s too late to tell you that you were my favorite mistake.
And I’d make it all over again.