Just so you don’t become insecure (not that you ever would, you fragile narcissist, you), it’s not about your looks. You’re very attractive, and I’m sure you’ll find someone else to love you. Someone else to spend their money on you. Someone else to worship you at your highs and lows, in your endless shades of blues, and your fucking curves that only just recently stopped making me dizzy. But that person isn’t me.
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