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Not Good
Saturday, Feb. 28, 2004, 12:36

The last man who told me that he wasn't good enough for me was right. Amazingly it only took me seven years to realize that. I don't have the strength to waste that much time again, so I guess I should believe you when you say that now.

I do have to wonder why you think that you are good enough for someone else, but not for me. You underestimate yourself, my friend and you have put me on a pedestal that is much too high!

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"The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved - loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves."
Victor Hugo