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     I really can't express the particular emotion,. I wailed like a banshee, I wanted to die.  I couldn't believe how I could've lost the best thing in my life. I carried her torch for seven years before I even attempted another relationship.  All failures.  I can still run 8 miles, she can't get off the couch! Her legs are like tree trunks, her breath like sewage.  She humiliated me in a small town over 20 years ago, I know things would have been different if you hadn't insisted on variety. If you really loved me, you would be run8ng with me,. I still write love songs to your memory
puck61 puck61
51-55, M
4 Responses Jul 2, 2007

I think a real jerk wrote this 'experience'. I don't like myself here at all. What a creepy thing to write..

I beg to differ....I think this a fine vent...probably long overdue...not creepy...dark...but dark ain't bad it's just dark. (((((((((((you))))))))))))

Thank you. all;

This was before I got sick of course!

She wasn't the best thing in your life, otherwise she would still be there. Although if I had to guess, destiny brought her to you, so that experience could shape the artist you are meant to be. Just a theory, from a dreamer.