I found out last night that my first boyfriend (you know, that first-love one) passed away earlier in the week. He was way too young, and even though he moved out of state and we hadn't talked in a while, I still cared a great deal for him, and the world is missing one of the best guys I ever knew.
May hasn't been a good month for me of late. Another boyfriend, my second one, passed away in May of the previous year. It's a vicious sort of irony, and I guess all there is to do is pull my family close around me and hug them and be thankful I have them. And maybe I ought to find a way to skip that effing month next year.
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