really hurts. With distance my heart has grown ever fonder. The sight of
a photo of her makes me wince.
This sucks but it is a pain I can handle a year after my heart was torn
from my body and pummelled when I was outed for loving her and commanded
not to. Like the mad fool that I am I obeyed and turned inward on
myself. I suffered alone for so many days and nights. And I still hurt
even as I write this. There are times when I feel low and I still cry
about it all.
But that is love...it really, really, really fucking sucks.
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