K and I broke up.
long story, and I'm not going to get into it here. But the point of this blog entry is about my close buddy W. I was talking to W about the breakup and such and had a great time listening to his wisdom. (he gives great advice, and I love him for that...) And what is better? later on that night, I get an email from him saying that his son, who is all of 5 years old said this:
I want to give you my fast race car, so you won't be so sad.
how could you not love a kid for that?
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