I didn't stop loving you. I never stopped loving you(continuation)





During the school year, you put up with my weird roommate. We slept on a sleeper-sofa mattress in a three-room house, two steps from the ghetto. You helped me when that roommate turned dangerous-crazy and stole a gun from his mother, along with a ton of my things. You helped me negotiate the police. I slept at your place from then on and it felt weird, being a graduate student living in undergrad housing. I didn't like it.
Sometime in there, I just decided I wanted to f*ck other people without an encumbrance. I broke up with you at the outdoor table of the local artsy bar. I didn't stop loving you. I never stopped loving you, I just decided not to show it.
My heart clenched as you walked away. My friends rallied against me. You told them to be nice. I cried.
I never stopped loving you, but as I eventually dated my husband , the love started to fade into dear friendship. We stayed away from each other for a while. But then you were gracious enough to take me back, this time as a friend.
You were in my wedding . You babysit my children. We're not in love anymore, but you were worth it.

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