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A week later.
Seems like I hit bottom over the weekend, nothing better than Friday attempting to drink my memory away. Let me tell you that didn't work, nor did it even help. After puking my guts out for an hour I learned two things. One, drinking to feel better is definatly not possible, and two, don't start by drinking a bottle of Tequilla on your own. Both good words of advice for the future.
As you know though, once you've crashed down and run your face into the ground there is only one way to go from there - that's up. Seems like things between us are getting back to normal, at least at a friendly level. I've accept, though I didn't necessarily want to, that you don't want me anymore and that was also not the easiest thing to do. I will fight tooth and nail to try and get you back one more time cause it seems like this wasn't right, this breakup wasn't what was suppose to happen. But I'm sure it's taught us both alot, both as individuals and as romantic interests. I wonder if you were surprised at all when I showed up on Wednesday with Starbucks for you just to sit and talk, even if I didn't do much sitting. It was odd, I won't lie. It felt like there wasn't even a rift between us until I finally made my move and headed for the door. You just kinda put your hand on my shoulder and wouldn't let go, it was cute. I demanded a hug, and recieved one without much of a fight from you, not sure if you did it just to make me happy or cause you actually didn't mind. Your friend came up, not much happened. The whole skiing ordeal went on and by, and I'm sorry I couldn't goto that but I'm sure you had more fun without me. Today we were suppose to goto dinner, but you're a poophead and decided you would rather work instead =P So, I know you won't read this before it happens nor do you ever read it for that matter, I'm bringing Jenny up there with me tongiht to surprise you and leave Flowers in your car :) Wonder if you'll care.
Seems like I hit bottom over the weekend, nothing better than Friday attempting to drink my memory away. Let me tell you that didn't work, nor did it even help. After puking my guts out for an hour I learned two things. One, drinking to feel better is definatly not possible, and two, don't start by drinking a bottle of Tequilla on your own. Both good words of advice for the future.
As you know though, once you've crashed down and run your face into the ground there is only one way to go from there - that's up. Seems like things between us are getting back to normal, at least at a friendly level. I've accept, though I didn't necessarily want to, that you don't want me anymore and that was also not the easiest thing to do. I will fight tooth and nail to try and get you back one more time cause it seems like this wasn't right, this breakup wasn't what was suppose to happen. But I'm sure it's taught us both alot, both as individuals and as romantic interests. I wonder if you were surprised at all when I showed up on Wednesday with Starbucks for you just to sit and talk, even if I didn't do much sitting. It was odd, I won't lie. It felt like there wasn't even a rift between us until I finally made my move and headed for the door. You just kinda put your hand on my shoulder and wouldn't let go, it was cute. I demanded a hug, and recieved one without much of a fight from you, not sure if you did it just to make me happy or cause you actually didn't mind. Your friend came up, not much happened. The whole skiing ordeal went on and by, and I'm sorry I couldn't goto that but I'm sure you had more fun without me. Today we were suppose to goto dinner, but you're a poophead and decided you would rather work instead =P So, I know you won't read this before it happens nor do you ever read it for that matter, I'm bringing Jenny up there with me tongiht to surprise you and leave Flowers in your car :) Wonder if you'll care.