“Like me”

I don’t think she liked me much when she first saw me.

How could she?

I wasn’t a very nice person then.

But I did my best to convince her I was someone else.

That I was something else.

That I was a person who actually cared.

Not just one of those people who would throw her out when I got bored.

It seems to have worked.

In the end, she began liking me.

She cared about me.

She loved me.

And I loved her.

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