Okay na tayo eh.

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After we fucked up, we had finally found our way to back to our friendship. It wasn't perfect, and I know we both could still feel that simmering tension just beneath our skin, but we fought it. And we fought it really fucking well. And we were okay. Great even. We had re-established our sense of normalcy, and I was so fucking happy to have my friend back. Whatever feelings remained I knew was just a shadow of my childhood crush; that sense of awe and wonderment at how we ended up being really good friends.

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Kaya tangina bakit ang kalat mo bigla? Bakit ngayon na engaged ka na? I can't even deny it anymore that you still have strong feelings for me, and I can't anymore claim that the shit you tell me is most likely platonic.

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Stop fucking with my head.

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Stop telling me I'm the only one who knows the real you. Stop getting mad at other men who give me any sort of attention. Stop being a fucking asshole.

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And just --

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Just be my friend again please. Be happy with her. And be happy that we're not meant to be together. Not in that way.

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I don't want to keep compromising trying to be a better person because I'm trying to fight for our friendship. I don't want to have to cut you out because frankly I don't fucking know how I'll even start to do that.

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Let's just be friends who've put their fucked up history behind themselves, and can move forward together even if we aren't. Let's do that okay? Because I just really fucking miss being friends with you.