the book of love

it was about this time, 24 hours ago, when she said, after i had laughed at how comical she was taking off her pants, "I think we should break up."

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i continued to laugh it off, besides, we were going to fuck, but my amusement at this set something off that i wasn't aware of.

i wasn't laughing anymore, and she never was. my stray try at going down on her was met with a rude head butt. fair enough.

"I have nothing to give you, nothing to fill your life"

to which i was speechless. never met anyone who has made me branch out more, try and just love life period.

so she says this, but then. out. done. what do i do? contemplate life in the kitchen and try and sleep. the former successfully, the latter, not so much.

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i finally get up around noon, after hitting the snooze for an hour. she catches me in the bathroom, just as i go in and i'm shaking. i toss it off as being cold but reality is, i can't let go. and then i realize she doesn't remember saying that she dumped me.

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so....

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here we are now. i took care of the dogs. took care of her.

who takes care of me?