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The Stories...
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Love Stinks. Sometimes we get dumped.
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by The always come back
I was waiting all summer for my fist love from England to come back to university where we would resume our passionate, profoundly connected love affair. He had not written for a couple of weeks (ah,the days of snail mail), but I had hope, because his letters before then had been filled with plans and promises.
Then I ran into his friend on campus where I was registering for courses and checking my mailbox for a letter specifying his arrival details. Then I ran into a friend of his,
"Oh, didn't you hear? He got back together with his ex and they are moving to Belgium." I walked to the campus cafe kind of stunned and ordered a beer. The radio was playing Bob Dylan. "I ain't saying you treated me unkind/you coulda done better, but I don't mind. You just kinda wasted my precious time. But don't think twice, it's alright."
Seven years later, she dumped him and he actually tried to come back, telling me he had made a terrible mistake.
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