She was looking for someone to love her
I was looking for someone to warm my sheets
She was looking for someone to hold her
I was looking for someone to occupy my time
She was looking for something lasting
I was looking for a means to an end
She was looking for love
I was looking for lust
I treated you badly, badly is the nicest way I can put it, you deserve someone who will fix your heart if they break it, not someone who will walk away from the pieces.
Love is measured in broken heartbeats.
I am a distorted version of love.
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