but... at the same time... it's like.. all you wanna do... is.. fuck him... I know.. u know what I'm typing my dear, sweet, and loved friend.


i would listen to his words and breathe in his sorrow
(b/c after all i had magical powers to make them disappear)
this was a cycle- the argument, the extended moment of silence,
the yearned for kiss, the hug and then the talk- in reality it was the same conversation with different words
attached to it; we would share i love you's and i'm sorry's and i missed you's- and then
a few days, weeks or short months later
the inevitable would happen
he would not call or i would say something tactless
(as i tend to do when i'm mad... it's my nature)
and we stop communcation
then after the seasons would come and go, new loves would come and cum and go,

so yeah.. I meant to tell you how blessed you are... you know. because you make words smile.. and I'm glad you finally posted. Peace~




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