It's hard not to take it personally. I had a bit of a Neruda moment: "Another's. []He will be another's." I took today to pout in bed and read. No dinner because I wasn't hungry. And I called a friend to whine and moan about it.
I got a wake up call about what life could be. I will be content to live my life, but I am still disappointed.
So, this song by Adele tonight.
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