Last week, it was planning our last time, this week that was a dream. LAst week when people asked if we were ok after the break up, Id say "Yeah we're cool, just like old times", this week i say "Eh, i guess, we dont really talk much"
I cant figure out whats bothering me though, its not the break up, because i never really thought it was a bad idea. Maybe it was the fact that things changed so quickyly, and i had no control over it. Its like shes the dealer and im the card counter in atlantic city(for those who dont know, its hard as hell to count cards in atlantic city, as soon as the dealer suspects youre counting, he'll swith the deck, or just add another to throw the count off) Thats whats happenning, once i get confrotable, the deck is switched, After a blackjack player realizes that counting cards isnt going o work out in that casino, he leaves. But thats not the point, yeah im leaving, but....
Thats not the point. Im trying to figure out what bothers me about the situation. Will i miss the nagging? Not at all. The accusations? Nope. Could it be the days not knowing what was wrong? I dont need that(rule #3). Maybe its the good morning text? I could probably program my computer to text me everyday. OR maybe its the little stuff? The stuff that seemed extremely insignificant at the time, but actually made it all worth while. The smile, the nose, the lips, the hug, the ability to text you at anytime of the night and youd reply because you never went to sleep. I could ask any question and youd be honest. We would sit and talk for hours about random people and come to conclusions about their personalities. Weird Uh. But s even more weird, not too long ago, around the same time i found out that i was "talking to the other girl", i find out that i "tried to talk to a girl" that looked like a fish, her and I sat there and discussed this girl for an hour, trying to recreate her face.. Then I tried to talk to her, that is an insult. Bridgette, ok she's cute. But Gabby? What?!
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