Why should i have to tell someone how to treat me, how to love me? Or even beg for love making to happen.
Its not the sex, it's a little bit of everything and a whole lot of nothingness.
We are not what we were before but i must admit i miss how you treated, looked at and loved me. I know it is bad to compare but you told me you will never change even if i get used to all that.

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