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September 15th, 2002, 05:08 AM
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Like the flutter of butterfly wings it was gone. "I don't love you like that anymore. I love you as a friend." My mind breaks apart. Explosions behind my eyes. What might have been, never will be now. I stamp my feet and try to fight back tears, but rage at the end bursts through my lips. "BUT I DON"T WANT TO BE FRIENDS!!!! I LOVE YOU TOO MUCH!!!!" I brake down and curl into a fetal position... or the semblance of one in the bucket seat of his Firebird. I can't look at him. "I'm sorry. I still love you, but I don't want to be intimate with you, or actually, I can't." I don't look at him. "I don't think it would be fair to stay together. When we had sex it was like it was wrong; I didn't notice it at first. It would be like if your brother was hot and you had sex with him... it would feel wrong. I stare out the window and think "Nice analogy, bozo." I don't say it, but I think it. My mind is replaying things... we were supposed to try again, but he can't... I am still prepared to work past our problems... he can't. Makes me wonder why I bother. I want to go into the bedroom right now and sleep, but I can't cause he is in there... and I don't have my own apartment yet.
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October 4th, 2002, 08:12 PM
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HB Forum Owner
*BIG HUGS*
I felt the emotion coming through on that one so well.
*hugs*
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