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I don’t know. I have done this a hundred times. I have said the same things, gone on the same dates, picked out the same flowers, had the same fights, bought the same chocolates, had the same make up sex, bought the same CD’s, Danced to the same music… So why does this not hurt? I broke up with her, and I don’t feel bad. She was everything everyone else was. But she different for this one reason, I don’t care that she’s gone, I don’t miss her smell. Her flavor of coffee her goodnight kisses her stupid walk that made her look like a penguin her knobby knees, her British accent her teeth her hair. Nothing, why?

Why don’t I miss her?

Im gonna fight for you!

I gonna fight for you. You might not want me to but im gonna anyway. Im going to try to be there to eat breakfast with you. And i gonna watch you stuff your pretty face with blueberry muffin and ice tea. And i'm gonna be there to catch you when you trip over the curb outside near the trashcans like you do every time you're  talking with someone. Im going to fight for you like your the last chili-dog at my family cookouts. And you know why Jessie, Because i want to be with you. Yes, I WANT TO BE WITH YOU. OK now tell me honestly, Was that too stalker-ish? I feel like this could sound too much like an "im watching you at night through your windows" kinda deal, and be honest because im planning on telling her right before she heads to health class and if shes gonna pass out i dont want them to practice there CPR or whatever on her, those lips are mine!