Figures...
December 23rd, finally moved out of Jack's apartment in Saskatoon.
Back in Toronto (after a 40-hour train ride) to restart my life again.
The guy calls me up yesterday just to say 'hi'.
And we have a 5-hour phone conversation about nothing and everything, just like we used to when we dated.
Except we're not dating. And no, we're not getting back together either. (And no, unless my parents are reading this, they don't know we broke up.)
We're just good friends. And that's fine.
I just find it funny that when we were together we'd run out of things to say, and now that we're apart we can't shut up.
Dad's gonna kill me when he gets the phone bill.
Back in Toronto (after a 40-hour train ride) to restart my life again.
The guy calls me up yesterday just to say 'hi'.
And we have a 5-hour phone conversation about nothing and everything, just like we used to when we dated.
Except we're not dating. And no, we're not getting back together either. (And no, unless my parents are reading this, they don't know we broke up.)
We're just good friends. And that's fine.
I just find it funny that when we were together we'd run out of things to say, and now that we're apart we can't shut up.
Dad's gonna kill me when he gets the phone bill.