I love you so much, but I know what you want for your life and it isn't me, not that way. No matter how much I love you, I can't give you what she could. You deserve that house full of kids, sticky fingers and little league, the whole thing. God, how many years have I heard you talk about it? I wish it'd been me.
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Complete?: Yes - Published: 07/14/2012 - Last Updated: 07/14/2012