I hate you. I hate you for the day when you started this. The day when you stared into my eyes so earnestly that it seemed as if your eyes were trying to find something in mine… like they were looking to get a glimpse of my soul, and my eyes, for yours, were a path nothing less than heaven to get there. Your gaze startled me in a soothingly unsoothing way. Within a fleeting moment, I was compelled by your gaze and that's when you did what you intended to. You stealthily planted a you-have-to-fall-for-me-soon seed in my heart. I didn't get suspicious because you were clean. You were experienced. You knew exactly what you were doing and how to do it. And of course, it did work. That seed worked. That gaze worked. I hate you. I hate you for the day when you took it to the next level. The day when we were celebrating a mutual friend's b'day at some random club, and you came over to ask me if I wanted to get disappear from this world for a while. I don't remember sa...
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