Winged, women are elastic. They bounce up and down, close and then away. Sometimes these cycles of emotion resonate out of control, to form a sort of catastrophic irrecoverable cascade.
I know how you feel. A few days before I lost my broad, while I was at work she contacted me over AIM under a new screenname, starting with my nickname for her, and ending with my family name.
Just a few days.
Or maybe my erratic-female resonance-cascade scenario is wrong. Maybe in those last few days, they’ve made up their mind, and think a couple days of intense love will be enough to replace the rest of the lives you could have had together.
Take your pick. Either angle paints an equally ugly picture.

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