Sunday, March 22, 2009
Friday, March 20, 2009
You asked me once if you'd ever hurt me. I laughed and told you no. I said I'd hurt myself and it wasn't your fault. It was the second time I've ever lied to you. Yes, you hurt me. We never had the type of relationship I wanted; we never kissed, never dated, never did anything beyond friendship. It wasn't like you cheated on me, but it hurt to see you throw yourself at every single guy you met except me. I'm glad I was never one of your meaningless hook-ups, we probably wouldn't be such great friends now if I had been, but I haven't been able to stop wondering what's wrong with me. You picked scumbags over me, and, yeah, that hurt.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Monday, March 16, 2009
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
You are the kind of guy that I have waited for most of my life to fall in love with. You are kind, sweet, caring, and you love to see me smile. Now if only you could get past flaking out on 75% of our plans (that you mostly initiate), I think we would have the time of our lives, in a relationship or not.
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