The Man Who Broke My Heart

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The man who broke my heart I fell for him with all my soul. I was lonely and emotionally needy. 1998 was a long year, in a city where I knew nobody, far from everything that was familiar. I had had a cold winter on my own, so that November his smile came to warm up my world along the summer. I fell for his green eyes and his cologne, and for his sweetness. I ignored all the hints that something was wrong. He was tall, thin, tan and very athletic. He would play ball or volleyball every other day at the local club or the beach. The beach … one Friday of the first month we were together he took me to the beach. Out of impulse, after diner and drinks with some friends, we got into the car and he drove. It was midnight when we got to the beach. It was a hot night so we walked on the beach without shoes, hand by hand. We said to each other those careful and lovely words we say at the beginning. We laid in the sand and looked and the stars. The night was dark and the starts were bright. And my heart was feeling as bright and warm as the starts and the night. But then, he never had a Saturday night for me. We would spend Fridays together and then he would disappear the rest of the weekend. He never gave me his home phone number. And he never answered his cell phone after he said “good bye” Saturday morning. Saturday mornings were a painful experience, seeing him shower and leave in a hurry with no hope to see him again until Monday at work. And I never asked. He would always have an excuse ready: I will go fishing, I will be playing a football tournament, I’ll go to the beach with my family, my aunt is at the hospital and I need to help... And I never doubted. I didn’t want to doubt him. I wanted to believe him. I gave him all my soul was capable to give at the time and even some other things… like my gold key. He liked to show off that key and say that was
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