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Somehow as the day went by, I knew he was going to stand me up. When I got off work at 1:30 I walked to the bank and cashed my check, alone. Went into a Wendy's and ate half of a double cheeseburger and some fries, alone. Got the bus home, walked home alone. During this whole day, not a single soul called or texted me to hang out, see how I'm doing, etc. But of course what hurts the most is, he didn't. The only man who has ever made love to me. The most quick, simple way to put it. The man I fell in love with at first sight.
I got home, smoked, took a nap. Alone. I showered, did my hair and makeup, knowing full well that I was doing all this, just to cry myself to sleep. Alone. I don't know why he worked to get my heart, my trust, just to leave me out of nowhere. We had been planning to spend today together and he just stood me up. He even called me last night to remind me he's going to make sweet love to me today. And I haven't heard from him once. I just don't get it.
I got home, smoked, took a nap. Alone. I showered, did my hair and makeup, knowing full well that I was doing all this, just to cry myself to sleep. Alone. I don't know why he worked to get my heart, my trust, just to leave me out of nowhere. We had been planning to spend today together and he just stood me up. He even called me last night to remind me he's going to make sweet love to me today. And I haven't heard from him once. I just don't get it.