Love Quote #7071351
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all quotes · love · caitlynsiehl · quote ·
I think I could have loved you better than anyone, and I can’t
I think
I could have loved you better than anyone, and I can’t stop
making lists of all the times I almost told you
that.
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posted December 22, 2016 at 10:13pm UTC tagged with love, caitlynsiehl, quote
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