Do we really need love?

Do we really need love?

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Do you ever feel as though you are unlucky with love? Of course you do, many people do. But I'm talking really unluky. And I'm not talking about bad boyfriends and relationships, I'm talking just trying to get a date is hard work. Well I have. I am 21 years old and I've had one boyfriend. It was my junior year of high school and we met online (no, not tinder, I don't even think that was invented yet). We met, dated, loved, laughed, and then I wanted to experience college. Yea I know you may be thinking boohoo cry me a river, but honestly, imagine someone calling you at least 6 times a day when you're trying to make new friends, constantly wanting to talk when you are trying to study. Holy shit! Its annoying. So we broke up. Now he may tell you that he broke up with me, but let me tell you a secret... I implanted the idea in his head. Seriously, I did! I would always say things like oh you're moving...long distance is so hard (he moved to another state for college), and voila, in two weeks he was telling me that we should break up because of distance. Now I shouted for freaking joy! But after that it's been downhill.
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