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Sometimes i try to think that the reason you came to my life was to teach me something, to change me forever while only staying for a little while. But the thing is that you only taught me that i'm not enough for you, or for anyone. That no matter how much i liked you and loved you and how much magic i saw in you, i would never be special to you. And it's not even your fault. Probably it's not even mine. It just a natural disaster and there's no one to blame for it.
And still, if i was prettier, funnier, if i had something special in me maybe you'd stay in my life forever, whatever that means. But i'm not. So i don't understand why life made me know you and fall for you if i was never gonna make it, if i was never gonna have you. What's the need to shove on my face all the magic that exists but i can't reach? Why do i have to suffer so much? Why can i just let go of this? Why does the story keeps repeating itself reassuring that i'm not worthy? Especially of the ones that i find worthy... Just, why?