note to self [and him]:
Daniel,
I hope you don't think things will be weird. I am comfortable with how this ended; you just have a lot of growing up to do. I don't know why you thought you had to act in the ways that you have, but it's really immature to be so afraid of being honest with someone. I doubt there was malicious intent behind your actions, at least not all of them...but no matter the circumstance, I don't like liars. Also, I think it's really pathetic and odd to take some endearing act of affection that I did for you and then do the SAME EXACT THING for your new girlfriend. Who you met, what, ten days ago? Yeah, I know that you made her soup when she was sick. The same thing I did for you three weeks ago. Same kind too. Too bad you had to call your mother for the recipe, and mine came out better.
Funny thing is, in the time we've spent apart, I've been feeling less of an...I don't know...intensity towards you. I've been regretting certain things I said and how much I put myself out there even before I found out what a scummo you were tonight. I didn't really mean all of it. I thought I wanted to be with you as much as I said I did, but I don't. And apparently you feel the same, and that's fine with me. Or maybe you don't, who the hell knows? YOU don't, that's for sure...
END
The only thing that sucks is that I have, like, $400 bucks worth of shit at his place, and I really like those shorts...oh, and I gave him one of my favorite blankets. I don't hate him, I just have no interest in five year olds with twenty-seven year old birth dates. I think I'm starting to really realize that this sort of thing doesn't happen to me all the time because of something wrong with me...I'm beginning to see that most men really just don't have a clue
I hope you don't think things will be weird. I am comfortable with how this ended; you just have a lot of growing up to do. I don't know why you thought you had to act in the ways that you have, but it's really immature to be so afraid of being honest with someone. I doubt there was malicious intent behind your actions, at least not all of them...but no matter the circumstance, I don't like liars. Also, I think it's really pathetic and odd to take some endearing act of affection that I did for you and then do the SAME EXACT THING for your new girlfriend. Who you met, what, ten days ago? Yeah, I know that you made her soup when she was sick. The same thing I did for you three weeks ago. Same kind too. Too bad you had to call your mother for the recipe, and mine came out better.
Funny thing is, in the time we've spent apart, I've been feeling less of an...I don't know...intensity towards you. I've been regretting certain things I said and how much I put myself out there even before I found out what a scummo you were tonight. I didn't really mean all of it. I thought I wanted to be with you as much as I said I did, but I don't. And apparently you feel the same, and that's fine with me. Or maybe you don't, who the hell knows? YOU don't, that's for sure...
END
The only thing that sucks is that I have, like, $400 bucks worth of shit at his place, and I really like those shorts...oh, and I gave him one of my favorite blankets. I don't hate him, I just have no interest in five year olds with twenty-seven year old birth dates. I think I'm starting to really realize that this sort of thing doesn't happen to me all the time because of something wrong with me...I'm beginning to see that most men really just don't have a clue