… you loved me
you held me
in your arms
you calmed my pain
you held me so tight
I felt loved again
you gave me
a piece of you
I didn’t deserve
how can I ever
repay you
for the
beautiful way
you loved me?
How many times have we wondered, even asked ourselves, why does he love me? I’m a red hot mess, how could anyone love me like that?
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