Lately it seems that the more we talk the more it hurts. She’s onto me, too. She senses it in every lull and every introspective silence. So be it. Yesterday afternoon, while we were speaking on the phone, she suggested that she should hang up because she made me too sad. I asked her to stay, and she did. A life lived without the slightest bit of pain is an unfulfilling one, anyhow. What good is it having a heart if yours never breaks? It’s good to have some heartache in your life every now and then. Call me a masochist or even a love junkie, and I probably wouldn’t correct you. I’m falling for a girl that I can’t have…but what’s new? It’s the story of my life.
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