Blind
The courtesy you showed me by your presence made me feel wanted. Your welcoming fingertips that wrapped around my body showed me that you needed me. I never second guessed your touch on my skin. I always thought that each time was the last time your anger would prove me wrong. What the sickest part was I actually believed you loved me all along.
Because I did love you.
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