Whispering to himself You can stop running. I know you feel it... that pull between us. You always look for me, over your shoulder, around the corner. I see everything. People call this obsession. They’re wrong. It’s fate. Come on, sweetheart, I’ve waited. I’ve been patient. But every time you laugh with someone else, look at them like you looked at me… it cuts deep. Love shouldn’t hurt, but you’re making it. Don’t push me. You belong with me. Come here—before I come get you.
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