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But I guess this is not the way of the world. It is not he style of the cosmos to tell such frivolous things. It would rather say, " this is as good as it gets. Deal with it. Shape up or ship out." So I tried to conform.

Now, I'm back to waking up each morning with a firm resolutions not to talk to him, only to find myself glued at the computer monitor, waiting for you to t log on of to check my mails for some messages coming from you. Your sweet nonsense is probably just meaningless banter to you but it crushes my resolve. If only you would stop saying you misses me whenever we don't exchange messages. If only you would stop sending words of affections. Against my better judgment, I find myself wishing you mean every word you say and hoping I could take you seriously. But deep inside I k now I shouldn't and couldn't. All your terms of endearment are given to the context of a virtual world where you can kiss me by just saying "mwah".