But this is the lowest point.
The Cat and I just split up. I never expected it to be nice, but after the longest of chats he sensed that I still wanted to leave him.
He fought for us and I still wouldn't change my mind. Something wouldn't let me. Conviction, for once...?
I was warned I'd feel guilty. But never this empty, this sick. The only guy I ever loved, like. And after 8 months...
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