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[armyourself]

Man, sometimes this curiosity just gets to me and I'm overwhelmed with the strongest urges to start talking to him again. Just start talking - say anything. More likely, spill out some horribly unsophisticated, insipid joke that he probably wouldn't even remember as being one of ours in a feeble attempt to show him that I haven't entirely forgotten about the mess we had both, at one point, been so helplessly enveloped by. It's probably better that I don't as our conversations would surely be so surface anyway, and not at all how I imagine they would've been had we continued our liaison. But things get in the way. More appropriately, I got in the way. Me and my appetite for something better.

At least I know how to do my own Livejournal scheme now.