He loved me.
But I left him to be with Floor.
Floor broke me
But He still loved me
He picked all my pieces
And set me right.
Thought I was in love- again.
Damn, I was wrong. I loved him-
To be shattered again.
He dumped me like trash,
To start a-fresh
But I know He still yearned for me.
His first Cookie...

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Note from the Sonador:

Dear optimists and pessimists, here we're scraping some silly facts like hurting the feelings of your cookie. Never dump your cookie, instead follow the three second rule! Pick it up before the clock could tick three seconds and your cookie is as fresh as ever.

Think deeper, you may figure out some profound facts ;-)