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When that comment of yours on your own profile hits "(2 months ago)" I'm done. I cannot go without seeing my boyfriend for two months. I love you so much, but I cannot be stranded here all on my own without you even making an effort to talk to me. So, I love you. And I miss you. And I'm hurting. And you don't care, do you? You say you do. And you're not proving it. One month? That's like a year to me. I'm a teenage girl. I fucking love you. I could have cheated on you. You would never know. You've been gone a month. The last thing you said to me was that you missed me. You're not showing it so well. Me? I've been commenting on your profile at least four times a week, saying I miss you and that you should get online. But you don't fucking know about that. You don't go online. You've been around for only a quarter of our relationship. I will not let it become five months without you talking to me. Five months would mean nothing now. It's more like one month, for all the effort you've put into it. You shouldn't be surprised if you come back and I am already snatched up by another taker. One like my best friend. I am the only one who is aware of my attraction to him. Since I first talked to him... I may love him already. He's my best friend, and I love him in a friendly way, but I want more than that. He's so bad with relationships, though. He cheats a lot.  That's not what I want. I want a faithful relationship. And I want him. And I want you. But I don't know. Maybe I should be single for a while. Or date a girl. Girls are usually faithful. Well, no, I take that back. Girls are whores. Here I am, talking about how I love someone else and how I could have cheated on you. Sigh. I miss you, bb, come back.

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