IT’S OVER

Forever always seems
to be around when things begin
but forever never seems
to be around when things end

Lyrics from “Forever“  by Ben Harper

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Although some liars people in relationships boldly declare that their feelings of love for a special someone will last until they feel like trading you in and upgrading to a new model forever, the sad truth is that every relationship comes to an end – even the ‘til death do us part’ variety.

Unfortunately when the end comes it is often painful. Especially when the triflin’ SOB dumps you by sending a text that reads:

IT’S OVER!!!!

And then, to add insult to injury he proceeds to not answer your calls.

What can I say except shit happens and I ain’t mad y’all.

Really I ain’t.

SKYE BLUE

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I still don’t see the problem with breaking up over text – so long as I am the one sending it. Besides since most of my “relationships” finish before breakfast I have little more to add in the way of commentary on this one.  Though I do suggest getting in one last fuck before breaking the news. I find men take these things better directly after a blow job (or at least I assume they do, since I send the text as my taxi pulls away from their house).

ELIZABETH ROSE

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She was perfect. I could spend hours in her company and never run out of things to say. Her sense of humour matched mine. She understood my sarcasm. Knew not to take my teasing seriously. She was university educated. She was an artist, a professional artist. A real life, make her living through creativity artist. You’ve probably seen her work in a gallery or space here in Toronto. Maybe you’ve even bought a print. She supported my creative ambitions. Encouraged me to write more. Seemed genuinely moved by my poetry.

I was smitten. She taught me how to appreciate sunsets. I made her feel safe. I could ease her tensions with a kiss to the forehead. I gave her my time. I listened when no one else would. I talked when she wanted to listen. I understood that sometimes life scared her. I knew she wanted my support. I knew she didn’t really need it. You probably saw us kissing outside of Osgoode station. “Get a room,” you thought to yourself. I saw all of her victories in my dreams. I counted a personal triumph every time she kissed me. Or said she loved me. I lost count somewhere around 1,798.

We shared our secrets. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other. We would lie in bed until we couldn’t take it anymore. We would make meals together. We couldn’t wait to get back into bed. We laughed when people said “You guys make love look so easy”. We did. We didn’t. We traveled. We sat on the church steps. We cried when we left the movie theatre. You probably saw us slogging through a fog on Queen Street. “Why are they crying?” you probably thought to yourself. We had nothing left to do together. We loved so fast. We loved so hard. We still do.

But…

She knew it was over.

I knew it was over.

We knew it was over.

It’s over, but I’m still not over her.

SAM SHARPE

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