Listening to people’s love problems really helps stirs away from missing you. All that trouble isn’t worth it. The shit people put up with to make things worse make me cringe as a single woman, though I too was probably like that. It’s just humour to me now, the idea of being completely obsessed with one another. How do things go from addictive to unneeded so quickly in the subject of love? Darling, without you I got it all.
But unneeded doesn’t mean un-missed.
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