The first 9 months I was in love. Then an old hag ran a red light and disfigured her face. I could no longer look at her in the same way as before. Call me superficial, call me an Ahole. Slowly the bond deteriorated and I chose to let her go for some cheap cash. But now I regret leaving her. She was still great inside. Hopefully in the future we will meet up again and she'll weigh 600 pounds less. We will be whole again
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