Saturday, 14 January 2012


He liked me. He liked me so much straight away that I was seduced by it. By the unconditional accepting of me.

He liked everything about me. My body, my face, my hair, my surreal and shambolic sense of humour, my catchphrases, my strengths and weaknesses.

There was nothing he disliked about me. Nowt.

In fact, he liked me so much, I realised he didn't like himself as much as he liked me.

Being on a pedestal is difficult, you see. It's a very lonely place and the only way is down. 

That's why I ended it.

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