Recently, I was forced to break up… or perhaps I was the one who got dumped. He was married, and deep down, I knew he was never someone I could truly love. Still, our relationship had become an emotional crutch for me. Our secret affair filled the empty spaces in my daily life. Desperate to forget the pain of our breakup, I turned to pleasure as an escape. Even sex with a man I didn't love brought me relief, as physical ecstasy pierced through and soothed my heart. Tonight, I want someone to comfort me again… Holding onto that longing, I spend yet another lonely night alone.
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