The Problem is Me

I used think meeting someone, falling in love and making a meaningful life together would not be difficult.  I was young and naïve. You’re just the latest to lie, disappoint and hurt me. Finally I’ve realized the problem is me!  I always pick women who are bad for me. E.K.

That feeling you get in your stomach
when your heart’s broken:
It’s like all the butterflies just died.

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