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g her or flirting. And it wasn't just me being awkward or anything. Any time I hugged her or went to kiss her, she a

ff at her house, or paying for whatever she wanted to do/needed. But I did enjoy being friends with her. Being able to talk about my day and things that bothered

ord response like "OK," letting me know something was wrong. When I probed, she sent a single, very long t

onnect to each other, but if she wanted to work on it, maybe go to therapy, I would be open. I told her I would like to st

hings that were about her. Can't even say how many times I complained about something, where she would cut in with, "You don't know what problems are, you know wh

hing, but I do try. I always listened, as well as helped her whenever I could, fixing her h

he crying man tells his friend. If I could read the name on his shirt I would call him h

be happy about it. I say his "wife" because of the ring he wears. Then again, if he is ta

was thinking. It's not really that late and there's tons of stores. Hell a lot of people

ome cheap, token Valentine's gift," the crying man retorts

ughtful and heartfelt as her next gift. She was hurt becaus

s friend asks and I almost salute my beer

Ripley T-shirt," the crying

ve no idea who his wife is or what she may like, but unless she is the def

n we watch wrestling, she makes sure to always watch Rhea," th

ught she would like it," the crying man says right aft

lly did," the crying man says. He says this more to

und, I do find it odd no one else cares about this, but it is Valentine's. Any other day people wo

g the top half of his girlfriend to working the bottom half. His hand is now jammed down the front of her jeans. Not wanti

en that long already?" the

well, almost. If we had hung on for a couple more months, it would have been ten years

that left me. The one that cheated on me. But, it's over now and though I've gotten over it fo