FA113N This is such a ridiculous thing to say.

It's not a choice. It's never been a matter of choice.

Once again, I stand here, juxtaposed with your life, your calm, perfect, beautiful life. Once you chose me over that life, and it nearly destroyed you.

Why on earth would you do that again? Why would anyone?

You have a flat, a home, a boyfriend, a job, a family, friends, a future, a whole life.

You think I'd destroy it all, in anger, out of spite. I couldn't. I wouldn't. Ever.

But you played with fire, and now you're risking things that I am not worthy of, and I feel...

I feel like you struck a match, and burned down London Bridge, and now the whole world could catch fire, and I am powerless, and I could be just your friend, and I can forget it ever happened...

But I want to kiss you again, I want to hold you, I want to be yours. Forever.

I want you to choose me.

But I know you never will. I know what happens next. I know you say goodbye, and we wait another seven years to get back in touch, and I know this is hopeless, and I know I shouldn't want you, but I do.

I know this is inconvenient, I know it is bad timing, I know it is wrong, I know I should leave, I know it can never happen, will never happen, but still...

I want you to choose me.
what's it to you?
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