Apr 08, 2005 20:35
So, every inch in my bones tells me that it’s not a good idea to talk to you anymore, much less see you… But I’m fucking torn. And here you are reading this… right in front of me, no less….
I admit, the last time I saw you, I remembered the chemistry between us, the spark, the fire. Amidst the flowing bacardi (mostly on your end) it was there. How can we deny it? We were happy together, when we could avoid the interruptions from outside sources…
I know that you lied to me when we were together… in more ways than one… You have to remember… I’m smarter than your average Bear…. Fuck… You know that, and I think that’s one reason you’re enamored by me… But now you’re married? Because your parents want you to be? So you can be a member of a Country Club? WTF??? Haven’t we gone over this?
That’s so not you!
Anyhoo… I digress… I must admit I’ve been drinking a bit, but you see… I haven’t called or text messaged. It’s 10:00 PM on Friday night and I talked to you 3 hours ago. What can you say to that? NOTHING! Ha ha… I told you I wouldn’t, and I haven’t!
I do miss you (I think) but I don’t want to interrupt your parent’s goals for you to achieve someone else’s money, even tho she be a fat, ugly bitch, with none of the prowess that I attain…. (Just needed to throw in that reminder…)
I just need you to know that Life Goes On…. I will live past this, and I will find a man more suitable for me, that loves me more than you could.
I wish you the best with all of your future endeavors.
All my love,
Me