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Reluctantly, I hang up my hat in the singles dance hall again. I'm not exactly sure what happened, but I'm sure it was my fault. I hate it when you still love the person who broke up with you. It's so much easier when you hate them. Of course, the hardest part of this situation is knowing that she still loves me, and that the world conspired against us. Her mother conspired against us mainly, and that hurts most.
Then, there's the problem that everything might just be a break, and not a break up. Letting time heal wounds and all. But part of me thinks that's just worse. I guess it hurts any way you look at it.
In any case, it's back to being a broken man... Whee.
Then, there's the problem that everything might just be a break, and not a break up. Letting time heal wounds and all. But part of me thinks that's just worse. I guess it hurts any way you look at it.
In any case, it's back to being a broken man... Whee.