"Don't you love me?" Allen asked.
"No, I don't love you!" Replied the wicked hearted Ryan.
Allen frowned and clasped his hands together as he did whenever he felt hurt.
"See?" Replied the wicked hearted Ryan again. "Now you're going to start asking yourself what makes you so imperfect and what did you do wrong so that I can't love you at least a little. You know, that's why I can't love you. You will not always be loved Allen, there will be days when others will be tired and bored with life, will have their heads in the clouds, and will hurt you. Because people are like that, they somehow always end up hurting each other's feelings, whether through carelessness, misunderstanding, or conflicts with themselves. If you don't love yourself, at least a little, if you don't create an armor of self-love and happiness around your heart, the feeble annoyances caused by others will become lethal and will destroy you. The first time I saw you I made a pact with myself. I told myself, 'I will avoid loving you until you learn to love yourself...' And so here we are, Allen, a wicked hearted Ryan waiting to love you, waiting for you to love yourself..."
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