I think I’ve always known he didn’t really love me. That he only chose me because he couldn’t have her. I was able to lie to myself at first because he pursued me so relentlessly. He was a fantasy - my
fantasy - come to life. How could I resist?
Inspired by John Barrowman's "What About Us?" Give it a try. I promise you won't be disappointed.
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