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I’m still in love with my ex-girlfriend. Pathetic, I know, but I can’t get her out of my head. Her perfectly smooth skin. Her luxurious dark brown hair. Her large, succulent breasts. Her soft skin and round ass. That birthmark on her left butt cheek. The way she always smells like the air after a long summer rain. The way she never seems to have time for me anymore. I don’t know what happened to us. I still want to be with her, but she’s not interested. She won’t even talk to me. She ignores my calls, texts, emails, DMs, everything. The problem with the modern age is there are endless ways to get in touch with someone. That’s why it’s all the more painful when the person you’re trying to get in touch with doesn’t respond. Every time I text her and she doesn’t text back or I call and she doesn’t pick up, it fills my heart with despair.
I lie awake and listen to Portishead. Beth Gibbons’ haunting voice is the only thing that soothes me: It’s only you that can tell me apart…And it’s only you that can turn my wooden heart… Right now you’re thinking, “This guy’s a loser. If she doesn’t want you, get over her and move on.” But please understand. The reason I can’t let go of Shivan is she literally made me who I am. I was a weak, wimpy guy who people walked all over, stomped on and never thought twice about. Now I’m strong and powerful and no one will ever take advantage of me again unless I let her. See, Shivan is…
