I know something happened.
She cries; a lot.
Through the tears, the snot, and hiccups, she manages to let out “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
She says she loves me.
I believe her… but I don’t trust her.
She doesn’t have enough tears to convince me otherwise.
Something must have happened. I can’t blame her for it, she’s amazing.
Too amazing for a schlub like me.
I don’t have proof, but I convince myself otherwise.
Because if someone like me could ever do it to someone like her… she would have to have done something, at least once.
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