♫ Poison, You’re poison running through my veins, You’re poison, I don’t wanna break these chains ♫
This morning was unlikely to be any different. When there it was. Showing up. Coming through. The piece of a puzzle of messages. Only. Something like the middle. That’s it. Fuck.
Easy to say, especially when you
care for someone. Then as I
delayed it, it became harder and
harder to call. I’m spending.
What. The. Fuck. This is obviously only a piece of the message. So I text back saying as much. Either to resend or call. He calls. FUCK. I answer. It’s a bit awkward. Plus it’s also a bit hazy. It’s fucking like 8:20am and I’m a student. Plus just in general not a morning person.
The gist of what he says is this.
He thinks I’m awesome.
There’s just something missing.
Like chemistry I ask?
But he can’t describe it
He doesn’t know what he wants
blah blah blah
He wants to be friends.
I should give him a call….
and then I interrupt him. Ahh. I’m going to leave that in your court buddy. After all you’re the one who just said he didn’t like me enough lol. No way am I going to spend more being concerned about whether or not I should call someone. Though I say this in a somewhat less bitchy fashion. We chatter on a bit more. NYE is mentioned. I say MegaLove is coming up to spend it with me. I offer no further details. We end the call. I send a quick text thanking him for letting me know. Not because I felt he deserved it. But if I’m going to be a big proponent of people being honest with each other and ripping the fucking bandaid off, I can’t turn around and be all bitter. I have to keep it going. Word of mouth advertising.
By the way. Almost as soon as the call was over. Suddenly my phone blows up with text messages. Out of order no less. But I’m not retarded. I know how to piece a puzzle together. And here is. The bandaid ripping (sort of) puzzle.
Sorry for being so distant. I’m just not feeling it and don’t want waste your time, plus go any further physically. I should have called but it’s not that easy to say, especially when you care for someone. Then as I delayed it, it became harder and harder to call. I’m spending the day with DaughtersName, and leaving town later on today. Take care!
Ouch. For reference I find the care about someone bit to be fucked up retarded like and the go any further physically to mean that he wasn’t attracted to me anymore. So there ya go. Fuck Me. Or not I guess. Exit stage left.
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