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I have been having so much fun with you these past couple weeks. You've really pulled me out of a rut that related to the unresolved issues between me and the guy I dated before you. Thank you for not pressuring me into getting overly physical. I like the friendship we have, and if it keeps on being this awesome or better, I can certainly see this becoming more. For now I'm happy with our amazing new affinity as it is. Having said that, though... can we hang out sober next time? All that beer tore up my stomach and I'm supposed to be cutting down, not drinking more.
 
After everything you have said over the last 6 months - everything that was said and done, all the promises, all the extravagant descriptions of your feelings and your dreams - You're just going to disappear, walk away and pretend I don't exist? I was warned. People in the program told me about your past and I didn't listen to them. I truly believed you - every word you ever said to me. I trusted you, and you let me down. You are such a disappointment there aren't even words. You have crushed my heart and soul despite the fact that you know we are perfect for each other. Things got real and you reverted back to fear based decision making and had absolutely no regard for my feelings. You conned me into thinking it wasn't over when it was, and then cut all contact. If you can't get over your fears and for once allow someone who loves you with all their heart to do simply that - to love you, if you can't do that, then you will always be alone and will always leave crushed souls in your wake. I hope you never do this to anyone else again - but I know if you don't stop running on fear then you probably will. The fucked up part is that despite everything, if you came to your senses and realized just how lucky you were to have me, I would take you back in a heart beat. Because I really do love you and no matter what I will always be willing to do what I can to make you happy and show you how beautiful of a person, mind body and soul, you have the capacity to be. So if you want to walk away and forget I exist without even telling me what the fuck is going on then fine, so be it. But never forget that if you realize just how fucked up that is and change your mind, I'm here for you - and I love you.
 
If your boyfriend ever threatens to hurt me, you deserve the consequences. Shelby and I are friends too, you can't put a hit on me for running into you at her art shows.
 
You aren't half as convincing as you think you are.

Games are for tricks and children.

Being young, dumb, and possibly full of cum is not good enough to win me over to a state of denial.

You would do better as a barmaid or something similar.


...rub is: I still fantasize about fucking you!

:D
 
I feel there is more to our chapter then we believe. I miss you. I want to be with you as hard as our circumstances are.
 
I miss you , but I can't imagine being lovers again. The fact that you are 22 and have never had a job in rediculous. You're daddy pays for everything you've ever had, that's not being an adult.
 
It was cold on the porch, and someone was waiting, warm in my bed. But I made the choice, without a thought, to take your call, as always, whispering into my phone in the dark. "Are you in love with me?" you asked, then damended. The truth only spoken between the hours of 1 and 4 in the morning. The days have gone by like hours since you moved, like skimming the pages of a book I never wanted to read. With us the truth always varys, but my love never has.
Then you got me to talk dirty to you, until you came. Something I've missed so much. The point of the conversation never made clear. I went back in and cuddled next to someone else. Then a few days later we talked on the phone for a few hours, like we used to, about nothing in particular. Where you mention the girl you've been seeing, andI would like her. How you hope it might turn into something. And I pretend to be amused by the funny things she has said.
That night I went and hung out with that guy, who I've been seeing, who I am destined to screw over.
You always come in and ruin every thing. I think I may always be your bitch. It's something I'm good at. But when will it, if ever, be good for me again? I am your open option. I hope that it helps you sleep better at night, because someone should have some kind of benefit out of this fucked up mess. And it will never be me.
 
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