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i was right.
i was completely correct.
it was good, and i wanted to be with him.
i cant remember the last time i wanted to be with another person that much.
and of course
on cue
i am reminded of how much i can never have who i want.
there are always others, who are also fine specimen of male.
but i never get who i really, really want.
and he wont call me.
he wont worry about it.
and soon enough he wont even think about me.
it's not an easy thing to swollow- to know that someone could take it or leave it, that there is nothing in particular about you that draws them near.
he wont care about how much i tried to hide my tears
he wont care how i failed as soon as i got to my car.
he wont care how surprising i thought he was.
and he wont care about how after all, he didnt surprise me.
fuck
my
life.
i was completely correct.
it was good, and i wanted to be with him.
i cant remember the last time i wanted to be with another person that much.
and of course
on cue
i am reminded of how much i can never have who i want.
there are always others, who are also fine specimen of male.
but i never get who i really, really want.
and he wont call me.
he wont worry about it.
and soon enough he wont even think about me.
it's not an easy thing to swollow- to know that someone could take it or leave it, that there is nothing in particular about you that draws them near.
he wont care about how much i tried to hide my tears
he wont care how i failed as soon as i got to my car.
he wont care how surprising i thought he was.
and he wont care about how after all, he didnt surprise me.
fuck
my
life.