So... yeah. He broke up with me. He did it in person, because he was and always is a gentlemen. And he gave me a letter, too, that way he could fully express himself. I can't stop reading it. At some point I had to stop moping, and I started doing what I always do: write poetry.
Here is an old poem I wrote. I think there's more to love that fairy tales. I think love was never meant for mortals. And yet... we still fall in love. So what does that make us?
FAIL The tribbles are loose, now you know shit has hit the fan. I finished the month at: 19, 860 words. So, fail for this month. But I'm keeping at it..sort of.
I kinda sorta got a boyfriend and fell maddly in love and now my brain can't think coherantly with on huge exception. I now write love poetry non stop. It's crazy how expresive I've gotten
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