127. The French Connection Unmasked
Bon appetit
Then we fucked like mad rabbits
In a whore house
I have never paid for sex
I have nothing against it
Or maybe I do
At the end of the day
It is what it is not
It is not real love
Love is pure
Love is kind
Love can be intense
Sometimes it don’t make sense
But looking back
There was a logic
To the dopamine rush
I met her at her lowest
She just broke up
She met me at my craziest
I was fucking depressed
It was 3 years ago
When I last tasted her lips
Or was it a fortnite and 2 years ago
My mind has gone blank
Despite all the deep insults
We hurled at each other
I think we are better people
For it
Hun
I know you are reading this
For what it’s worth
Take care
All the best
I love u
I always will
Bon Appetit
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