>>18679636A nod. Cooliflu doesn't need any words.
"Once it's over, you're met with an immense heartbreak that swallows you in a hole, where you don't know what to do and you don't know what's going to happen tomorrow. The words that come out of her mouth, you don't even know what's going on, or what would coax her to say such things, it's something you did, clearly, but you don't know what. You can't ask, and you'll never know unless she shouts it in your face. That's not all you don't know. You don't know whether you'll wake up, or if she'll wake up and even think about you, maybe she'll move on, maybe she was already dating someone else behind your back, whether she'll even bother giving you a second thought. You don't know if you're going to live anymore, and you don't know if you want to if it means you have to live with a crushing burden for the rest of your life. A weight that never lifts itself, so you shut yourself out of life and do nothing but better it to keep it from being awful. But it doesn't work, nothing works. You're conflicted because you don't know if something man-made can be genuine with a little push, or if genuine things are the only genuine things you and I know. The hurt, the brick, the everything in-between, It's pain defined--losing your first love, discovering the hard, painful truth that some things don't last, opening your eyes and coming face to face with a brazen, harsh reality."
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"What's so good about that?"
"Once it's over, you realize that there are better things out there in the world. So, you move on. That's the best thing about first love, you learn that it's the first of many.""Wow, father. That's rather deep for a person of your...archetype."
"I'm more experienced in the arts than you're aware of."
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"I think I get it now. Could we have some time alone please?"
