One day you wake up and realize that you have been literally dating a little girl, a small innocent, immature, bratty little girl and not a man. You stare at the curve of his spine that faces you and see a whiggling little child. Getting over a crazy man, is not for everyone. Okay maybe not crazy, but bipolar. A hard sturdy frame that houses a small child.

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Okay, so I move in. Okay, he licks me up and down till I am all wet and wriggling. Okay, so we fall in love, okay so we share secrets. Okay so I move to the country for him. Okay, I live in a place with no sidewalks. Okay my cell phone has no serivice. Okay I get pregnant, okay we decide not to have it. Okay, new promises were made. Okay, futures were written. Okay, he goes through all my belongings, journals, letters, emails, phone bills, digi pictures. Then says no one is bigger than the truth. No one. Yet find out that he has been reading my emails for the last six months we were together. And everyone knows that if you scratch the surface hard enough, you will always find something. I guess at this age we all are finding it hard to fully commit to a notion, to a possible concept.

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