This holds true for both my last real relationship, a 5 1/2 year relationship that should have ended 3 1/2 years ago (leaving 2 good years), and my last fake one.
I thought I was a Mary Jane who had found her Spider-man. Awwwww... that makes even ME (the Freudian super-ego) know exactally how I felt about the guy. So, let's refer to the poor dude as Spider-man from now on. It was becoming a relationship, at least on MY end. Guess what, girls? This = A STALKER! Yay for that life lesson learned. ;) I learned it, so YOU don't have to! And I'm so truly happy about my life right now that I'm ACTUALLY going to write about it! Cool beans. Cool acorns? Heh.
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