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You responded, finally.

So after about two months of absolutely nothing from you, you finally replied my text. 

I noticed you unblocked me on Skype a week ago. I dared not to initiate, afraid of getting blocked again. 

Two nights ago, I finally had the courage to say 'hi there'. My heart started to race, I was hoping, praying that I would get a reply. And a few seconds later, you replied. 'What d u wan'

We chatted briefly. More like I asked you how you were doing and you replied me in the shortest way possible. 

Last night, I said hi again. We chatted more. I could sense that you were feeling empty or emo. 

You said sorry. You said you didn't want to hurt me but you never really loved me. You said we both knew that we just wanted someone and we weren't really in love. 

I didn't want to challenge that. I didn't know how to, probably. 

My heart sank. How could it be not real? I asked myself. 

Then, you must have been living in hell during that period. It must be really difficult to be around me so much when you don't really love me. 

Maybe that explains the so many doubts I had?

You said you've been experimenting sex not bf, recently. You also said I'm the worst so far, when it comes to sex. 

Such a big slap on my face. 

Is it my less than perfect ass? or not big enough dick? or my far from six pack abs? 

Can you learn to be better in sex? Someone teach me how please. 

Watching porn certainly doesn't help. I have watched a lot. 

By the way, i find this video quite interesting. Maybe someone has shared it before? Nvm. 



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  1. AidenSeptember 9, 2013 at 12:53 PM

    I came across this on Tumblr a while ago. Quite interesting.

    And to say that to someone, that's like a whole new level of being mean. Don't let it get to you.

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  2. Ash GodivaSeptember 11, 2013 at 11:39 AM

    looks like he purposely said those words to you...

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