Frey was so close to inheriting my love. So close.
I was crazy about him until he called me crazy.
Now that my hackles are raised he just seems like a pretty shell long since abandoned by its inhabitant. He's nice enough to look at but there's nothing real inside.
I know as well as anyone that depression can alter a person so I'll stay his friend while he's getting better because, unlike most of my exes, I don't think he's actually bad. He needs help and he's trying to get it - who am I to criticise?
But he doesn't actually deserve anything from me.
We didn't even kiss goodbye.
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