Oh you.
Why we could never be in a relationship? If I were to like you, I'd be just as foolish as Isabella was to romanticize Heathcliff. You are fickle and don't even appreciate my friendship, ever. You treat me nothing more than a cesspool for you to vent your emotions and ideas upon. I'm not your muse; I am your harlot.
He may be a gangly Linton, but he's someone who has the capacity to cherish.
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