“God knows, it’s as though you think our life is a romance novel.”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Don’t you? Do you honestly think I don’t see the colour of disappointment in your eyes when you realise that I’m not throwing stones at your window, or bringing you goddamn cups of coffee every morning from Starbucks with a low fat scone, or I’m not chasing after you when we fight, freakin’ swirling you around the pavement in the pouring rain or whatever it is. Because I know that you wish you’d written me so I could laugh at every single fucking joke that you make, and smoke cigarettes even though we both know you hate it. And maybe, just maybe you should grow up and realise that life isn’t scripted, I’m not some fictional boy in one of your books. I’m real and I love you but I’m not going to be that guy for you. I refuse to be.”  

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