My Unlove Story
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Last published Wed, Feb 19, 2014
"How do you expect me to believe in true love if I haven't seen with my own eyes?" He looked at me sadly as if I was missing the whole point. "You don't have to see true love to know it exists, you can feel it in your heart," he whispered as he kissed my forehead. God, I wish I could believe that. ~~~~~~~ If there is one thing I suck at, it's love. For the majority of my life I had no concept of such deep affection and assumed lust was the same thing. You know what they say about when you assume: you make an "ass out of you and me". Once I finally found love, I held on too tight. And when I experienced it again, I didn't hold on tight enough. I don't believe it all the soul mate shit they tell you as children. Life is not a fairy tale. It's a series of logically events with no fait and destiny, just decisions. Events that for me, have ended in totaled cars, broken bones, boys in dresses, and watermelon pizza. To break the stereotypes on the subject of love. Low and behold... my unlove story.
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