Let's Face It.

"I’ve had you so many times, let’s face it. It feels like I’m falling in love alone. Stop saying you’re sorry. You want to know something? I knew. I knew you didn’t feel that way about me. I knew, and I still let it happen – because, well, I figured that one night with you was better than never. So will you stop saying you’re sorry? Because you didn’t know better, but I did."

This was supposed to be for Sam's "Whatever Your Blog Desires" contest, but I'm a little late. So I'm just posting it because I happen to live it.

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