Playing Cards

Playing Cards

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Fiction
Romance
I was once told that love was boorish and uneventful, that i had to love me before i could love anyone else but i find love to be intoxicating and in every way possible the flesh on flesh the pretty clothes the dimples and the way the radio is broken in their car. The not caring what i wear or the garlic breath after we eat olive garden. Love is like the flu shot some people get it and they get the flu but others get the shot and never experience the thrill of vomit and not feeling like your alive anymore. I wanted that thrill so bad i never got that thrill i was deprived of that thrill until i met him.
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"He was the best part of me, you know? He was so much more than I deserved. And he was real. He was so real it's insane. How do you go from having something so amazing, to having nothing?" ***Note: I wrote this story a while ago so the quality isn't as strong as it could be. I'm currently going through and fixing what I can. So if you get to a point where the quality changes, that's why.

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