NyQuil sends dreams to me of
l’histoire: my first love
broke my heart. He has it still.
Well, not the WHOLE thing.
Just that little flittery bit that I probably wasn’t using anyway.
True story.
That is all.
This is True
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3 responses to “This is True”
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I often have dreams of my first love. They leave me sad and yearning.
He unwittingly kept most of the pieces of my heart, and I have yet to get those back.
I think I decided I didn’t need them any more when I broke up with him.
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Just another drugstore stoner….
Interesting to know how you identified this cad as your first love, since you are clearly no wallflower — was it the fact that he broke your heart that told you he was a love in the first place? Was he even aware of what he’d done? Whose heart do you think was the first you broke? -
Well, he was no cad.
He knew he was breaking my heart. He watched it happen.
How did I know he was my first love? Because I was scared to death and ran away.
I think the first heart I broke was most likely my mother’s.
i make squee noises when you tell me stuff.