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I'm tired of letting people think of him as the bad guy. I'm tired of letting people think that I hate him and want him out of my life. I don't want that and don't think that I could possibly ever want that. I tell people I hate him because I guess I am insecure of the way I truly feel. I know I will never have him back in my life. He's happy, and I am glad that he is. He's broken a promise to me, that I have still kept, but that doesn't change the way I feel. The thought of seeing him everyday brings me down as low as I can get but also brings me up. I love to see him smile. I know he's a jerk, but I can't help the way I feel about him. People think that when we dated that he treated me bad, Well, that's their opinion. In all honesty, though I know I have said otherwise, I feel as though he treated me like a princess. And I miss that. I know that everything happens for a reason and that God has a plan. What's meant to be, will be. It's been a complete year since this boy has been out of my life and I'm not ashamed to say that I wish he was back in it. I'm not afraid to say that he was my first love, and I still love him more than anyone could ever imagine.
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