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Affichage des articles du janvier, 2006

Break up

I wondered if she had already decided that she was going to leave last time we saw them together. She looked radiant. She was wearing blood red pants and her face shone. Eyes-nipples-cunt. That’s all you feel when you’re in love. She had lost weight. A lot. He was shaking in the freezing cold outside and shivering all through dinner. Said that his toes were ice cubes. He couldn’t get them to warm up. It hurt. Did he know she was laughing, glowing, sweating, open, free for another woman? It’s shocking to learn how easy it is. How you only need one moment to say: "I’m in love with someone else. Now get out of my life. Clear space. I’m transforming myself. Our room. I’m having her on the bed. And when she fucks me it tears me up deep down inside where I haven’t felt anything for such a long time. She’s what I need. She makes me complete. Compared to her full colour love, you and me, we’re history. Old newspapers on a pile. I’m taking the kids. Goodbye." I’m appalled. How can th