It's Just Me.

Love is a fickle thing without any instructions. There is no book that tells you how your lover's mind works, if they think of you when you're not around—that stuff doesn't exist. And any mistake you make can be erased with some sort of eraser—it's permanent. Nevertheless, it can trick you into all sorts of wild things. But that's what love does to you—if it's worth it, then things will go wrong.

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