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She played hard to get, because she was. And it wasn’t a game to her to play. She was hard to get, and hard to get. Don’t you understand? She was the one that got away. Either way, if she stayed or strayed, you were better for loving her. And if she loved you back, you learned to breathe easy. Like the air in your world was lighter with her in it. We all know that one we will always look back on and wonder “What if?”….She’s hard to get, harder to keep, and hardest to forget.
