In 1975, somewhere early spring, I was hugging my soon to be ex boy friend as hard as I could. He packed his car and was moving back to his parents. I was sobbing. I told him I loved him. … Continue reading “When you have to move on…”
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In 1975, somewhere early spring, I was hugging my soon to be ex boy friend as hard as I could. He packed his car and was moving back to his parents. I was sobbing. I told him I loved him. … Continue reading “When you have to move on…”
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