surreal
Last weekend was just the most surreal thing to EVER happen to me.
Friday night, I went out with the girls and we had some fun, went clubbing, and the like. We met Dan and he was just...himself. He were laughing and fighting and laughing again all night. Then we went to Laura's cause she was alone at home (Dan, Laura, Elena and me) and Dan and I...well, we started talking about the mess our life was, about how we liked each other but he had a girlfriend, about how we always are on and off, and t how this thing seems to never end. We slept in the same bed, but nothing happened, just a sweet peck or two. I don't know what's going on...
Then, on Saturday, we went to Laura's again to play some games, and "singstar" (lol) and then at 2 am (yeah...we are THAT crazy), we decided to go out. I met my infamous ex boyfriend and that's when all hell broke loose. He was a little drunk and he talked, and talked non stop about how sad his life was, how he missed his ex (another one), how he had been an ass to me and so on. He asked me to walk him home. (wasn't it the other way around???)
Then he kissed me. The nerve! He actually kissed me! ( Wanker!). I kissed him back...so what? I had been missing him like mad for the last 3 years so...But something was off. Really. Something was wrong. I didn't like it. I wasn't enjoying it.So I stopped.
I can't believe I got over him by making out with him. This is surreal. I spent 3 years mad about him, crying like life was over without him and then...I realize he actually IS an ass.
It's sad I had to make out with him to see that, that's true. But at least I did. And now I can get on with my life not wondering what would have been if we had stayed together.
I don't love him anymore! Isn't life just great???
Friday night, I went out with the girls and we had some fun, went clubbing, and the like. We met Dan and he was just...himself. He were laughing and fighting and laughing again all night. Then we went to Laura's cause she was alone at home (Dan, Laura, Elena and me) and Dan and I...well, we started talking about the mess our life was, about how we liked each other but he had a girlfriend, about how we always are on and off, and t how this thing seems to never end. We slept in the same bed, but nothing happened, just a sweet peck or two. I don't know what's going on...
Then, on Saturday, we went to Laura's again to play some games, and "singstar" (lol) and then at 2 am (yeah...we are THAT crazy), we decided to go out. I met my infamous ex boyfriend and that's when all hell broke loose. He was a little drunk and he talked, and talked non stop about how sad his life was, how he missed his ex (another one), how he had been an ass to me and so on. He asked me to walk him home. (wasn't it the other way around???)
Then he kissed me. The nerve! He actually kissed me! ( Wanker!). I kissed him back...so what? I had been missing him like mad for the last 3 years so...But something was off. Really. Something was wrong. I didn't like it. I wasn't enjoying it.So I stopped.
I can't believe I got over him by making out with him. This is surreal. I spent 3 years mad about him, crying like life was over without him and then...I realize he actually IS an ass.
It's sad I had to make out with him to see that, that's true. But at least I did. And now I can get on with my life not wondering what would have been if we had stayed together.
I don't love him anymore! Isn't life just great???