Step 4: Girl smothers boy to the point of idiocy. Thinks she's being cute and nice, but in reality is probably a mental case. Step 5: Boy runs for his life. Girl left behind, like always. Sad and crying.
Step 6: Repeat. Ad naseum.
As we all know, the main problem here is that my poor little pink heart has barely begun to heal from The Break-Up (yes, I know it's been months, but I haven't done a stellar job of feeling the pain, which is therefore extending the healing time). As my friend Marisol described, my heart barely has a scab on it, but with this new rejection, it's like the scab was picked and my wound is fresh and new. Crap! The last thing I want is to start over on this stupid broken-hearted adventure. Perhaps if I was able to locate an unbreakable heart I could end this cycle once and for all? One can only hope, right?
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