Tuesday, March 04, 2008

Love

A drunken whirlwind of a weekend with a girl I wouldn't let myself fall for, but would have if she hadn't moved hundreds of miles away today.

A drunken and depressed love of my life but gay husband who went to bed without saying much.

Sometimes it feels good to cry alone, but it makes you feel more alone.

And sometimes, you wish you'd never experienced love.

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