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    The Past Is Gone. part 7

                – Her name’s Cherie, it happened like seven months a go, a mutual friend told her that she should come to see me at the salon, told her I was the best, so she went. She’s like fifteen years older than me, but she’s so ***** hot. I did everything I possibly could not to fall in love with her, but it was all worthless, cause she had me, I was lost in her eyes, I didn’t care that she was married, I didn’t care that she had a kid, I just needed to be with her, I knew it was wrong, but as long as it felt so right I wasn’t gonna end it. I knew it was the stupidest thing I could ever done, cause I was doing business with her husband, and then her husband asked me to hang around with the daughter, and I just had to say yes, so I met the daughter and we developed some sort of friendship, then the daughter decided she had a crush on me and tried to kiss me, so I turned her down I told her I was with someone. But Clea didn’t thing it was a big deal so she told her parents that she and I had something, so as you can imagine Cherie totally freaked out, so one day Steve and I were outside the Salon I was gonna open, and then he began to tell me that Clea had told them everything and that they didn’t liked they’re daughter being ***** and all, I tried to tell him I tried to explain, but he wouldn’t listened, so I went to their house looking for Cherie, when I found her I told her that Clea was lying, that I wouldn’t do that, I cared too much about her, and ultimately she believed me, but when I was holding her Clea walked in on us, and Cherie ran after her to try and explain, but that was the end, I thought I wouldn’t see her again, tried to call her, I did everything I could to talk to her but she wouldn’t pick up the phone then one day I saw her on the CAC the day Bette opened the Provocations exhibit, I tried to approach her but Steve got on my way, told that if I ever came near his wife or his daughter again I would never be able to walk down the street without fearing for my life, so I stepped away, but while I was wondering around the gallery I saw her, alone, and to make a long story a little less long she basically told me that she wasn’t about to give up her husband, her child, her houses in Bel-Air and East Hamptons, her trips to Paris, all the black tie galas, just to run to a wrecked little love nest with me, she said that in this ***** ugly world that kind of love did not exist God I remember every word, each one broke my heart a little more, and I feel it like it was yesterdayand deep down I knew she wasn’t gonna leave everything and be with meI just I don’t know what I was thinking that’s why I still don’t know what the ***** is so great about feeling, cause when I finally allowed myself to feel my heart was completely reaped out of my chest and that is one of the reasons I won’t ever love again, not that loving Cherie was planned…- Her voice got a little deeper while she was talking, her eyes are filled with tears, but she won’t let them fall. So we stay like this for a while, in silence, then we fall a sleep.             

                When I woke up she was gone, and I got this sense of emptiness, I suddenly thought about all those faceless girls, the ones that fall asleep with Shane right next to them after *****, can’t help but think that those girls feel the same thing I’m feeling right now, except that I didn’t have ***** with Shane. I just wish she was still here, I would’ve loved to have her face be the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes, instead I got a note were her head was supposed to be, asking me to go to the mini-golf with her after work.

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