You have a right to know, but I don't think I'll ever tell you. I really liked you. From the moment I saw you. And what the others in class said about you made me feel so good. I was ecstatic when you seemed to be who they thought you were. Too good to be true? Indeed. I soured because I found out I couldn't have you. It's not fair to you, but that's the truth. I'm trying hard to be good. I'm just jealous because they were spot-on about how you acted - still act - around me. I can see that there would have been something very nice there, but I can understand that it's not about that.
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