Sunday, 17th June 2012 12:02AM
Felt the heat, didn’t you, bunnies? Have always wanted to head down for a swim. There was a sad song playing in the background, and I’m consumed. Cosmetic lenses on, it’s awkward. Naked faces are awk at their best.
She said she saw him with another girl. I know, I shouldn’t be too affected by it, but no, I just can’t. “It’s been such a long time since we last met, can you not have me knowing that you aren’t over him, not yet?”
It’s only been 104 days, darling.
“104 days is a long time, less said for a guy.”
Haven’t you moved on? Haven’t you? Don’t blame him for falling for another, even. He did tell you about his pure friends date policy, dumb.
“You haven’t met someone new since? Someone that’s befitting of the role he had once taken in your life? No?”
But, he's the only one that ever matters.
“You don’t have any talent. You can’t cook to save your life, you’re always late, high maintenance, you want your future boyfriend to cuddle you all the time, he has to be so cute . . .” she drones on. “It’s pretty easy to find a girl to replace you any time.”
True.
After a swim.
The faint smell of chlorine still lingers on my skin. It’s been such a long time since I last soaked in a big pool of water. 104 days might be long, but it’s all we’ve built between us.
It's funny how somebody else can easily judge your pain. Smart girls don't fall too deeply in love, don't get too attached, they don't get hurt.
It's funny how somebody else can easily judge your pain. Smart girls don't fall too deeply in love, don't get too attached, they don't get hurt.
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