space, everyone needs it. and when they actually tell you “i need
space” its probably true. so give them space and when they are ready
to invite you back into their general space bubble they will and if
they don’t? wait a little longer …
dear absent summer fling,
okay it was great, and if only i knew i was gonna become so attatched
to someone who i only knew limited about, then maybe i would have
saved myself before i got in too deep.
You made empty promises to stay in touch, you said we’d remain close,
and you said maybe next summer we’d pick up where we left off.
i’m nieve for thinking you couldnt change after leaving. and i’m angry
at myself for being this way. But the truth is you’ve become that
typical douche bag frat boy that i never thought i’d see. truth is i
stuck up for you and gave you a chance when everyone i know told me
not to. you live and learn right? and its better to experience than to
not experience at all right? the truth is i dont regret you or my
summer at all. i regret letting you take part of me when you left.
truth is i’m not sorry that its over but for the way i let it end.
truth is the strings attatched themselves the day you kissed me on the
forehead and said “stay in touch” and i looked at you and said “or
so now i’ve moved on and you obviously have too, and i’m happy and i’m
going somewhere. but just know that you built be up and broke me down
and you had half of my heart and i’m taking it back and it feels
hope all is well & i wish you happiness
the best you’ll ever have
I never, ever thought about you until two weeks ago. Sure, we’d say
hi, but I don’t even remember our conversations, although I know we
had a few about two years ago. And then, that night happened and I
started thinking about you a lot.
Okay, so I haven’t seen you. Which seems unusual although I honestly
can’t remember if I used to see you around or not. I wasn’t paying
And I know that the way this is supposed to work is that you leave in
the morning and then we go back to being acquaintances, but I just
feel like if I’ve spent more than, say, a few moments with you naked,
we’ve become more than that.
Damn female hormones. Damn this biological attachment I, of course,
have to feel for you when you can just go spreading your seed and
whatever venereal diseases to whom you chose without consequence.
But the thing is, Hook-up, that now I’m thinking about you. And I wish
that you’d just, I don’t know, send a friendly little Facebook note or
just find me and say “Hi.” Because as much as I don’t know you, as
little as we’ve spoken, as much as I never thought about you before,
the fact is that I think about you every day now. And I’m wishing you
were there to see. Even just a little bit.
There, I said it. God damn these lady hormones.
What is with the snippy attitude? You tell me that YOU being an ass to me is simply YOU matching MY tone. Sir, you must be TONE DEAF because I have NOT given you any tone. However, I shall proceed to give you “tone” from now on. Consider it a DIAL TONE.
Thought of the day: Life’s a BITCH and then you die.
I’m a postcard short of going postal, watch out world.
Wow, it’s just about 6 years ago that you left us for good. I’ve
missed you so much, and sometimes I miss you so much, it’s physically
painful. It feels just like the day we found you…I hate that
feeling, and I know you would feel terrible about that if you knew I
felt that way.
I’m getting closer, as the months go by, to understanding what
happened to you. For that reason, the times of pain are less frequent,
I just hope you’re somewhere close to me, and you know how much I
love you and miss you-