And that was the day that I promised
I’d never sing of love if it does not exist.
Love is a funny thing. I guess you can say it’s absent from me. Obviously in most of the ways that matter, I’m loved. I have friends, and family, and I like to at least think they care about me. But I’m single, and this week is valentines day. Sometimes I feel it, it hurts to be single. At other times I’m glad I’m alone. Friends are enough, and I don’t know what I do if I actually had a real relationship anymore.
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