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Sunday, Dec. 14, 2003 - 4:46 a.m.

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The Saying is Just the Shits

I hate that saying "if you love something set it free, if it comes back it is yours, if it doesnt it was never yours to start with".

I set ob free. I didnt contact her for a month. I wrote in a notebook instead. I told her she needed to do things that werent with me, but by herself, with other people. People told me to not contact her for three months.

She started calling and writing how much she missed me after a month, how she went to the Dyke March and Gay Pride and she just thought about me, not the other dykes there. That even 3000 miles away from me I was the one she wanted. That she wanted to be my wife and my life partner. That she/we knew how right we were for each other.

I didn't wait three months. I went back to see her after two months. I thought I set her free and she came back and she was mine.

It was not true. She was not mine. She just fucked me over completely after I believed her and gave her a second chance and went to be with her.

That saying is just the shits.

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