You said something the other day that made me wonder, you said, "You used to take pictures of me, and now you don't." Fuck, that cuts me darling, but not in the way you might think, and sometimes I wonder if you really understand what you mean to me. Yes I did, I used to take lots of pictures of you and I'd also sit and stare at you for hours as you slept. So what happened, when did it change, when did I go from spending hours staring at the form and image of a woman I was going to marry, to the painful process of trying not to look at the woman that isn't sure if I'm still in her plans?
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