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I finally saw him.

New Boo came over. We talked. Then we didn't talk. He spent the night.

I am devastated, and I hate myself for it.

I really thought I could handle it. I can't.

The problem is that I love him. I have no delusion that he loves me. He said that he cares for me. He doesn't want to hurt me.

And he didn't. I hurt me by letting him have what he had not earned. I gave him what I wanted him to have and to want.

There's a funny sort of politics to relationships and breakups. No matter who does what, it all goes out the window in light of the love between you. Even if it's one-sided, there's love there. And both of you feel it. It never really goes away. You bury it when you're around other people. You negotiate it when you're alone. But when you are with that person...it's so crazy. You want to be strong...say it doesn't matter...but you can't. You give in because there's no other choice for you in that moment.

Now, I'm not stupid enough to believe that MY reasoning applies to him. I know who he is.

That's the real problem. I know who he is and I love him anyway.

Again I say, what the hell is wrong with me?

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