I just realize that I don't really own you, that I really have no right to be jealous over the guys you're talking to and that I really have no right to be overly protective over you.
I mean, who am I to you anyways? I'm not your ex or anything. We just flirted, like what you normally do with other guys. So I wonder, "what makes me special and different from them?"
You told me before that I was special and that I was different. You told me that you wouldn't play and abuse ny feelings. I'm still holding on to that.
There's one thing that's making me happy and still trusting you. The fact that I'm the only one that has met your entire family and the fact that I was the one who spent the most time with you during your stay here. Atleast that's making me contented with what you gave me.
See you soon, Lance. See you soon, New York.
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