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The Stories...
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Love Stinks. Sometimes we get dumped.
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Dangling in the tournifouria
by witheld
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I am still being dumped. I fell in love with someone.
Has anyone ever heard that billie holliday song that goes "comes a rainstorm you can put your galoushes on... comes a headache, you can rest for a while... comes depression, you could get another break... COMES LOVE, NOTHING WILL survive" or something like that - ?
I have felt it. I lived it. I had a boyfriend at the time. We had been together for seven years (still are together in the sense that I love him tremendously, unconditionally and forevah). Then I met, HIM. He adored me that night and told me how lovely I am and paid attention to words and thoughts that I had. He responded to my soul. I resisted kissing him as I had not kissed anyone besides my boyfriend for seven years, but yes, reader I did indeed kiss him.
when it comes to love, you are hopeless and at the mercy of god. I didn't want to feel the feelings I felt for this troubadour of love, but I could not help it. He has made me feel alive - akin with life - in love. (my boyfriend has been out of town on work - and the guilt oh the guilt young reader....)
However, he just kisses me and calls me intense. He looks at me with love, but proclaims nothing. His last visit, he wanted to gaze at my aging face (alas aren't we all aging - even babies) and "look at my divine beauty". he has said he "adores me". I have said I will get it all in a suitcase and meet him at the soup kitchen (although would I throw away the secure albeit stagnant love of seven years?)....
His last visit (five days ago) he uttered the words "well, I do know where you live". I have not seen him. I do not know his phone number. I have pride. I have pain. I have torment, but I'll always have his kiss and the pagen poetry.
Love. ahhhhhhhhhh and @#$@#$^#$!
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