back to my food symbolisms. i love pizza. say a newly discovered staple comes around. let’s call this new food zchiatz. don’t bother with etymologies; i made that word up. say i used to eat pizza every day, every week, every month. no absence. then zchiatz came along. if i then began to eat zchiatz more frequently than pizza, that means i only had a change of preference. but if i let go of pizza entirely and decided to eat zchiatz every day, every week, every month, without absence, that’s falling out of love with pizza.
so this is how it feels like. there is sadness too. i do remember some things still. i swear i never saw this happening. how can one forget forever? yes, i really did. no more future plans, daydreams . . . and i’m actually fine by it. well, he did break my heart. so maybe it had been on the horizons all along, and the rain just blinded me. but yes, if i must say it again, i did love him. but yes also, not anymore now, at least not in the way of romantic love.ü
and oh by the way, i love pizza still . . . just symbolisms . . . but with the dude, yes, i’m over him.ü hurrah!ü
and by the way again, i’m not hiding my happiness because he’s happy now also anyways.ü
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