Dammit! I still like him. What the freaking hell is wrong with me? There's no other word for this than "stupidity". There are so many other fishes in the sea. But when he talks to me, I'm drawn. DRAWN to him like mosquito on flypaper.
Stop it, NYTM. You're just threading on very dangerous grounds...
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