I often wonder what it is about Brad that makes me love him so much. Ean and I have so much more in common than Brad and I. Ean and I are so much more alike than Brad and I.
There is this draw with Brad. It's like the pull of a magnet. It's really as if Brad is a part of me, a peice of my soul. I've never been able to explain. I hate that I can't walk away from him. Hate that I can't stop loving him. Hate that I feel so helpless to my own feelings.
Sometimes I feel angry at Brad for everything that I feel and I wish that I could wash him right out of my life. Yet, if I were to wash him away I'd end up following him right down the drain.
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