I met her at a rave. I took her picture and got her number by lying, telling her I was going to post that picture on my rave website. Told her I’d call her when it was posted. I never posted it to any website, but I still called her. Our first date was at Waffle House. I fell hard for her. Never told her I lived her, I was scared. When she broke up with me it messed me up. I’d never felt that kind of pain before. I cried for months. It took me years to get over her. I ain’t gonna name names but if she happens to read this she’ll know it’s about her.
I’m not in love with you anymore of course, but I’ll always love you.
Keith
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