Ask
me to fall in love with you. I will. Not a hint of hesitation. Keep tabs on me.
Get jealous. Strap me to your broken psychology and all the things you’ve never
believed about women. Give me presents and then suddenly stop doing so for
years. Try my patience. I couldn’t give a shit less. Ask me to fall in love
with you, make it as difficult as you want, if you want, but the truth about me
falling in love with you, darling, is that I already did.
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