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Relationships can be tricky. I was once dating this girl that everything she wanted was everything she saw. I guess I must have loved her because I said she was the perfect girl for me. Fast forward six months later and everything she saw was out of reach and/or not good enough and I really didn't know what the hell she wanted from me. Some people work for a living, some people work for fun but I just worked for her. I'd ask myself if my best isn't good enough then how can it be good enough for two? All I could see was the end of the week and yet I could see that the things we buy weren't gonna keep us together. I ended up breaking up with her and met a different girl although people said that she was no good for me and she's making a fool of me. She eventually left me and told me I should try it. I told her I don't want to play around. Like a prisoner who had his own key I couldn't escape as I didn't want her freedom. I just went from day to day knowing all about the other boys. But I forgave her, not just once or twice, but forever. 


 

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