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Sometimes I honestly don't know what the hell I'm thinking. I have a nice life, I like my life. Sure, I do have the responsibility of getting a slay or two in every night, and that's stopped me from having a couple of really good evenings, but all in all, I do just fine. I have my health, my education, a nice apartment, financial stability. I don't have time for friends, but I have enough acquaintances to keep me happy.
So of course, I have to screw it all up, mess with my own head, and invite Sam to stay with me. I must have been tired last night. Exhausted. Maybe I was sleepwalking.
I should stop making excuses for myself...but that would mean that I'd have to get out of bed.
It's not that I don't like him, I do. Hell, I was in love with him for a few years back there. Considering that I've never said those three little words to anyone else, that has to be worth something. And that's both the point and the problem. I don't know how to be his friend. I still look at him and think of everything that we used to have, which is rough. There's no easy fix, but a good start would be to stop kissing him in front of strangers. Even though I know I can get away with it.
We're not in high school anymore, and he's not here to sweep me off my feet.
I'll give the friends thing a try. He's just passing through, so I know I'm not capable of messing things up too much. There's nothing to lose, and who knows, I just might gain a friend.
There's probably a reason why normal people don't attempt stupid things like befriending exes.
((Open to Sam))
So of course, I have to screw it all up, mess with my own head, and invite Sam to stay with me. I must have been tired last night. Exhausted. Maybe I was sleepwalking.
I should stop making excuses for myself...but that would mean that I'd have to get out of bed.
It's not that I don't like him, I do. Hell, I was in love with him for a few years back there. Considering that I've never said those three little words to anyone else, that has to be worth something. And that's both the point and the problem. I don't know how to be his friend. I still look at him and think of everything that we used to have, which is rough. There's no easy fix, but a good start would be to stop kissing him in front of strangers. Even though I know I can get away with it.
We're not in high school anymore, and he's not here to sweep me off my feet.
I'll give the friends thing a try. He's just passing through, so I know I'm not capable of messing things up too much. There's nothing to lose, and who knows, I just might gain a friend.
There's probably a reason why normal people don't attempt stupid things like befriending exes.
((Open to Sam))