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I love it how easy I can make you laugh. I love it how easy I can make an impression on you today.
I want you to realize that you're not playing in my league. I want you to lie awake at night, asking yourself why you didn't take me when you had the chance.
There is no hidden affection between me and you that has somehow survived through all these years, but you hurt me. Countless times, ignorantly and knowlingly.
No, this is about something else: The taste of sweet revenge that feels like balm on old scars of my soul. Because realizing that I am able to inflict wounds on your own happiness would feel so good.