I don't like fairytales, I dislike perfection at all. I want discussions, reconciliations. I like having bad times, so that they can be fixed. I enjoy contrast. Then you realise how much you need him. I like to be mad at someone, specially at him, because I adore how he regrets and tries to make me happy again. I like hurting, and then reparing the damages. Why don't we destroy things we love in order to put them back together and feel again the pleasure we had when we achieved them at first?
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