It’s a special kind of cruelty, ya know: to look into my
eyes, cradle my trembling face in your hands, and say you care, and in the same
breathe say you want to explore. Explore, baby, explore. Search every
cobble-stoned brewery and every ill-lit sports bar. Search over a hundred
beers, search under a thousand skirts. I care about you too, love, but I need
to care about me more. So when I crawl out of this bed tomorrow morning please
spare me the feigned hurt. There’ll be a warm body here soon enough, it just
won’t be mine.
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