She was the one who I loved. She was the one who put a ring on my finger in December. She was the one I wanted to wake up to for the rest of my life. She was the one I dreamed of adopting kids with and living on the beach with. She was my first female relationship. She had a quality I couldn't resist. She was the best kisser. She made me laugh. She turned me on. . . . She was volatile. She was jealous. She stopped fitting in to my life. . . and then she broke up with me.
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