She doesn’t miss me. Apparently not at all. A big fuckin’ nullity. Zero squared, no…..zero CUBED! So let me ask you this pointed question right now: How much stronger of a character indictment could there be than that? Seriously. A tired old axiom holds that absence makes the heart grow fonder, but what if the heart doesn’t discern any feeling at all? What if the heart doesn’t give two and a half shits that it has neither seen nor heard from her since last week? What if said heart is even frankly ambivalent about the whole matter? Her heart obviously hasn’t been growing fonder during this time spent away, and one could convincingly argue that our original strong relationship-—if one ever truly existed, that is—is now substantially weaker than before. One could even tiptoe a step further down the path of logic and suggest that this now feeble relationship is in critical condition, on life support, and—Long pregnant pause here—nearing extinction. Jesus Christ……did I really just say that?! Seriously?? WOW!!! So much for happy fairytale endings, I guess. But full disclosure, I always thought those ridiculous, smarmy things were for the birds anyway.
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