I once wrote a story about a man named Tristan who can’t get over his first love. He’s turning thirty, wasting away at a dead end job, eating every feeling he can find, and playing World of Warcraft instead of making friends. One day, he takes a long, hard look in the mirror and realizes that he can’t take it anymore. The not knowing. Not seeing her one more time.

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this is rough around every single edge –

Let’s pretend I’m an old famous rockstar playing one of those VH1 Storyteller gigs. Before I start the song, or maybe when it’s just the opening chords I’m strumming over and over, I’ll tell you about the time I fell in love with a girl in a chatroom, and you’ll know it didn’t work out by the wistful tremor in my voice when I talk around her names.

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