Friday, July 8, 2011

Uhh, Warning:

I should not like you.


Every word she writes ... it's like I could have written them myself. I know that, I realize that. Fact. Sure.

You were my friend, we dated, my life revolved around you, crap happened, we broke up. I lost my friend. I lost that life.

And I found myself, instead.

I need to look at what I learned and see the whole picture.

Though I have a good feeling that we're not the kids that we were back then. I know I'm not. I hope you're not, too. Because I knew you, and you knew me, but not anymore. Now isn't capable of being compared to then. We're different.

Just, make this easy on me and stop texting me. Now.
Because I enjoy it.