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It was 2016, and I was in love.

She was beautiful, funny, sexy, smart... Basically the perfect woman in my eyes. We were always together. Always, except on Mondays. Mondays were hers.

She told me she needed that day to get organized, sort her life out, take care of her own stuff. And I, being the good lovestruck idiot that I was, respected it.

Time went by until, all of a sudden, this weird feeling started eating at me.

She had a friend. They were close. Way too close. So I decided to meet him. And that was how the two of us found out that bitch was a fucking liar.

We were both in love. We both got our hearts broken. But somehow, in the middle of that whole shitshow, we became best friends.

The bitch left. He stayed. And now we share the same brain cell, the same questionable sense of humor, and the same ability to dream out loud as if every ridiculous idea we come up with might actually work.

Love you, brother. AND THANK YOU ANNE.

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