I don’t know the proper way to fall in love. I’m not very practical about it. It used to happen more when I was younger. Something that felt like love. The love doesn’t feel real looking back, because I don’t feel it anymore, but sometimes it must have been. There were men I thought I would marry, and then didn’t.
I tended to cling at the end, often whe…
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