There's something about her that I can't put my finger on. She draws me in. I love her to pieces and I absolutely hate saying goodbye to her. Seriously. I cry. She cries. It's one big cry-fest. I hate crying when I leave her. I get yelled at. Really. But I don't know why I do it. I thought I did, but I may be wrong.
I've been attatched to her ever since I can remember. Seriously, when she was there, you could be damn sure I was right beside her. Or in her arms, depending on how small I was....
Strangers always compliment me on how much I look like my "mom". And I really used to wonder about it. But I know that isn't true.
Like a moth to a flame, I'm drawn to her. I hate it but I love it. She's the only one who can break my heart in the worst way. But I love her.
*shrugs*
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