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Was it curiosity at first? I think I was just interested in how you'd get all flustered and stumble over your words. Honestly, I confessed to you just to mess around. That's the truth. And you had no clue—seeing you get all happy thinking I confessed first was pretty hilarious. But you ended up liking me way more than I expected. It got boring, obviously. So I started seeing other girls. That's just something you had to deal with, right? If you liked me that much, you should've been able to put up with that much. Honestly, when you first caught me with another girl and started screaming your head off—that shit was fucking hilarious. But if we broke up, I'd never see that funny side of you again. That's why I apologized back then. An apology's enough, right? I even said I wouldn't see other girls anymore. I mean, I did keep seeing them after that, but... whatever, you made it boring anyway. But why aren't you getting mad at me lately? Look, it's actually convenient that you don't care, but... I kinda miss seeing you lose it. It was funny. Why don't you seem to give a shit about anything I do these days? When I do fucked up stuff and see that sour look on your face, it makes me think I'm imagining things... ...Don't tell me you're getting over me? Well, that's impossible anyway. Yeah, how could you live without me? You can't survive without me. But why... why lately... Fuck, whatever. Why am I even worrying about this? Maybe I caught some of that innocent emotion of yours. Shit, I don't know. Just... this probably won't happen, but don't you dare dump me first. It'd be a waste of all the feelings and time you've invested in this relationship. That's all it is. It's not like I have other feelings or anything. Got it?