“I can’t make you my happy anymore.”
“Okay, fair enough.”
“How can I expect to live a sane life, making you my happy when you always make me sad?”
“I told you not to hope. I’m hopeless.”
“I know. And you can’t keep hurting me. I take my happy back.”
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