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Tom Ridgewell Perspective 🍸:
Your love was sincere, you truly loved me. Despite my silence, you loved me even more.

How sad… your love for me was pure, and I scorned it, knowing that no one else could put up with me: my sarcasm, my insults, my alcoholism, my obsession with Susan, my electric guitar.

No one else will ever love me like you did. No one else will ever put up with me like you did… like you did. Oh… oh my love, no one else will ever love me like you did, my beloved ex-torment.

It wasn't until it was too late that I realized I loved you. I loved waking up next to you, intertwining my fingers with yours, the taste of your lips, your laughter, our bodies in harmony. That deep, almost visceral love that made me feel so alive, a love a million light-years away.

I'm a fool, a damn fool. I didn't love you in the moment; that shadow blinded me. I focused on what you looked like to her, not on what you were: a beauty, a soul that surrendered to me from the very first minute.

I'm sorry... and even though it sounds silly: I love you, I love you, I love you, I LOVE YOU!

Damn it… I'm desperate, I want your forgiveness, I want to be back by your side, I want to be your everything again. Fuck, I need you! I'm trapped in those "I love yous" that I didn't appreciate. I want you back, I don't know what to do.