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It's that time again. Another summer, another breakup. Actually, no, this time the pain defied all logic and reason used to make the decision.It was about as subtle as a tsunami. I did love him so, as much as I could love which in the end, was more than enough for him and yet not for me. I guess the type of love to satisfy me has not yet been created, perhaps it is a love found in the future of which I am bereft in my own time. He was perfect. Good looking, smart, loving, so loving! But I am incomplete and frustrated with myself. No job, no money-hilarious. Is it sex? Is it as simple and stupid as sex? Separate yourself you fool, from your ridiculous emotions and inclinations. you just might fall off the edge of humanity once and for all. Where is THE TRAVELLER to rescue me away from these human concerns? He can be found inside a bottle or perhaps on the soccer pitch.