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I've lost something like 5 kilos over the course of the past 2 months. I've listened to the Cure's greatest hits a few times too many. I have yet to purchase new sandals or paint my toenails for the summer, and it's almost over.
I've been suffering from a broken heart.
Fortunately, the cause of all this anguish is getting on a plane sometime Tuesday and leaving for someplace very far away. With no plans of returning for another year or two, at least.
Then and only then can I have closure.
This tends to happen with me and my ex-boyfriends. I can't stand being apart, while we are both in the same place. But it is very different when their 747 hits the runway.
(I really loved him, though - and I know how I know I loved him - because it hurt too much not to say it. Whether he was the right person to love is another story.)
I don't know if I want to get back into this thing; I have a feeling I will. I feel like a girl for saying this, but I don't want to have sex without love anymore. There has to be something there, at any rate.