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I Know What It's Like To Squander All Your Hours And All Your Tears And All Your Heart On Something Which Turns Out To Be Nothing. Don't Waste Your Time.

Wow. I've Never Been A Vip Before. I've Never Even Been A Ip.

Except...i Do. Of Course I Do. Because As His Hands Gently Cup My Waist, I Don't Make A Sound. As He Swivels Me Around To Face Him, I Don't Make A Sound. I Don't Need To. We're Still Talking. Every Touch He Makes, Every Imprint Of His Skin Is Like Another Word, Another Thought, A Continuation Of Our Conversation. And We're Not Done Yet. Not Yet.

Still, That's The Point Of Love; You Love Someone Despite Their Flaws.

My Voice Is Clotted With Unshed Tears.