My men

I’ve lost the count on how many guys I’ve talked with over the last decade. Most of them were good people, some were extraordinary and others I really don’t want see ever again, but we didn’t work out together and this breaks my heart sometimes. We still exchange some likes and, once in a while, I see their pictures with their boyfriends in trips and restaurants and how they look happy. That breaks my heart even more, because I am also a good person and, for some reason that I will never know, I wasn’t good enough.

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