In April, it hit me like a ton of bricks. I am still in love with my ex-girlfriend. I told her this. She cried, and regretfully told me she's with someone else.
My greatest hope? To win her back and spend the rest of my life with her. My greatest fear? That she'll find love elsewhere, and my chances are over.
This is one of many ways I cope.
In the best interests of her, my friends, and I, this blog will remain anonymous.
This is real.
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I was so elated after our text exchange tonight I was giddy for two hours after.
Later, by fluke, the cabbie turned on the street of your old apartment. What a sign. We stopped at a light parallel to the front entrance and I reached my arm out the window and whispered, “I love you, baby. I love you. I love you.” And we drove on.
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