So I let her go, my cute freckled little pet. She had no quit in her, she held on for a long time after, but I let go. Eventually, finally, she had no choice but to let go too and move on. I was sure I was doing the right thing. Since then, I have wondered, but I was so sure of it then. I suppose it must have been the right thing to do if I was so sure of it in the moment. At the very least, I'm proud that I had the moral uprightness to be able to adhere so firmly to a decision made based on principle. (Do I still have that same moral uprightness today? I don't know.)
When she started seeing someone else, he asked me if it was okay. (He was a good friend. It's too bad he won't talk to me anymore, but that's another story.) I told him it was okay. And it was. It didn't bother me. I was happy for the both of them. But it only lasted a week. Then she came back.
Later on, she got together with another guy, and that was fine with me too. They asked for my approval and I gave it to them. That relationship lasted a few months, I think. She later told me it had been a mistake.
After a while, I decided, of course, that I wanted her back. But by then it was too late. She really was gone. I watched her jump from guy to guy, playing them all one off the other like pawns, learning to use her sexuality as a tool, or worse yet, as a weapon. Was I her ultimate target? Or just collateral damage?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gGdGFtwCNBE
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