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I don't believe in Valentine's Day

See...years ago i loved someone. most mothers will tell you (only mine didn't) that you should find someone who loves you more than yo love them....my bad) i loved him more than i loved myself..yeah,big problem eh?

well, he wined me and dined me at my favorite restaurant, Emmy's...we went home and he made love to me like no one else could ever do...like no one else mattered. he fucked me like i was the only one.

he told me he had to go out of town on Monday...so on Sunday, I went and bought him a bunch of clothes for his trip. all the time, he seemed a little bit strange.

he gave z and i some sorry excuses for presents.

i awoke monday not feeling so well. and he looked at me strangely until i left. i remember his look...kind of a pity sort of look. i remember he looked at me like the last time he'd ever see me.

well, a few hours later...i understood that look.

he left me a NOTE...he ran off to be with some other woman that he claimed was NOT the way it appeared. She was just a friend...a friend who made my life miserable when he did eventually come back to me (and before that.)

a friend. yeah!

truth hurts don't it baby?

no one falls "out of love" and those that claim to, didn't really "love" in the first place. maybe that's why they spent all those years trying to convince someone they did "love" them.

hmmmmmmmmm....

thank you asshole (you have no clue) for ruining valentine's day for the rest of my life...

OH OH OH, i'm glad that makes you happy, as i know it does.







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