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breaking a valentine I suspect this falls into that category of entries that just should never be written. Or at least, not posted. But this question has been on my mind every day for months, and I just can't seem to shake it. And I know that for some of you out there reading this, when the time came for you to face a similar decision, the answer was obvious. Still, I can't get it out of my mind, and with Valentine's Day fast approaching, I have to put it down in words, if only to give my brain some rest from it. How does a man wake in the morning and look at her, asleep in the bed beside him, and think, "My life would be better if she wasn't there." It just does not compute. |
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