I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of. ~ Charles Bukowski
So many fuck you’s thrown about today, mostly at my direction. I suppose I deserved each one but they cut nonetheless.
It reminded me of the time I sat there while my ex- and mistress took turns slicing me with their words. And when the words didn’t slice deep enough, they resorted to physical violence.
I suppose I deserved that too.