I realize I've been the girl who cried wolf with this whole break-up thing (always getting back together, breaking up, getting back together), but it's
really over this time. We just got off the phone and my goodness.....there's no mistaking this one. We. Are. Done. Finito. Finished. Yikes. There's no messing around here.
I've deleted him from my phone, changed my Facebook status (see, that's REALLY serious), and continue to blather like a little baby. Why do break-ups have to break your heart so much? Is that where the name came from?
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