And I know what heartbreak is, I remember clearly what it feels like, and I still know how hard it is to get over something. But I learned that your eyes must do some raining if you're ever going to grow. I love talking to you, I can't even explain why. Something about you just sets me off. So stay. I'll be here for you, because I think you have a good heart. I also know where you're coming from, so everytime it hurts I will try and make you laugh.
And we'll keep working on the problem that we know we'll never solve, of love's uneven remainder, our lives as fractions of a whole.
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