Matt came over, it was good to see him, I kind of miss him. Sweet Matt.
Then he went up stairs and had a screaming match with Shane and I headed outside for a cigarette to pretend I didn't hear any of it.
Ex-boyfriends, god loves them... er, god luv em... oh, just don't use the god term... you've got to love them, that is what I am trying to say. All that pent up frustration, so easily boils over like a volcano of hurt and loss and missing the other one. Poor Matt. Poor Shane. Poor them. Nobody likes a break up. Nobody.
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