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It was not enough to be the last guy she kissed. I wanted to be the last one she loved. And I knew I wasn’t. I knew it, and I hated her for it. I hated her for not caring about me. I hated her for leaving that night, and I hated myself, too, not only because I let her go but because if I had been enough for her, she wouldn’t have even wanted to leave.
John Green, Looking for Alaska. (via ramirezdahmerbundy)
i’d love to be one of those people who had a boyfriend/girlfriend who was like a best friend. i’d love to be one half of the couple everyone envies. the kind of couple that go on holiday together and do cute little romantic things. the kind of couple that never stop loving one another and are together for ageeeeeeeeees, and sigh.
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