once, when we were spending the day together, you asked me what i wanted for lunch. i said my usual, i don't care, what do you want? you responded, for you to care about something for once.
i should have taken it as a sign then. i should have realized that if you knew me, you'd know that i care about everything a little too much. and that i cared about you enough to rather have you happy than state my preference for lunch.
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