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I am totally.completely.100% in love with this boy. However, he can't keep his anger under control and I can't keep my sarcastic mouth shut. one week and 2 days after we first slept next to each other in our own apt, I moved my stuff out. "Domestic battery with probable cause" that's what the judge said as I watched him on closed circuit television in a jail issued shirt and pants. i still don't know if it feels real. I feel the pain in my arm when i brush the bruise up against something. i feel the cold place in the bed where he should be. i hear a text and assume it's him. it's amazing how such a short period of time can impact me this much. i never wanted it to end this way.