glad you can forget...
well, it's been a while, although i don't think any of you are the more worse for the wear. I'll start out with Merry Christmas. And now, for the issue on my mind. You males. You're all too old to be called boys (even though that is what you act like most often) and none of you are even close to being called men. even though most of you are at that age that people who didn't know you any better would call you men. I'm tired of you just walking back into my life whenever you feel like it to make sure i'm still there for you. Never mind how it makes me feel every time you just leave, again, but you know damn well that when you're ready to speak to me again, i 'll be there, and my stomach will still get butterflies at the sound of your voice. I'm DONE. I hate that you can make me so mad by your little pokes at me. Your little flirtation. It absolutely infruriates me. Other guys, it rolls right off, b/c i don't care about them! so it stares me right in the face, as i'm going off about you, that i obviously still care, if one text message can send me reeling. Damned if i'll let you know though.