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Me: "...all guys are assholes"
Jer: "I'm not an asshole"
Me: "Not yet..."
...that was about three weeks ago. And it was awesome, but in two weeks everything changes. What once was great disappears suddenly, and you don't know what hit you. You assume maybe "he's just been busy, he did just get that new job", but then you realize the excuses you make-up in you're mind don't stand any longer. He's gone. You've lost him. Then you wonder what it was that you did, but you know you did nothing. So you wonder, and wonder. But then the wondering consumes you, until you just have to know. Something's wrong; it wasn't you. It couldn't be.
After the many calls he never returns, you become desperate for an answer and call his best friend...
Me: "Hey, Joe. It's Christie... is Jer there?"
Jer: "Hey"
Me: "...where have you been?"
Jer: "I've been busy."
Me: "Haven't we all."
Jer: "No, really.. I..."
Me: "---No, I was agreeing with you..." "...well you could call and say 'hey, i'm alive'..."
Jer: "...yeah..."
Me: "...well sorry if I was worried about you"
...you hang up and think to yourself, "I don't need him", and you don't let it ruin your night...
...but the next day you can't avoid him...
Me: "Hey"
Jer: "Hey"
...then he turns away to continue talking to his friends and completly ignores you, and you wonder what happened to what you had, and what is wrong with you...
Me: "What's his deal?"
Joe: "His deal is his deal."
Me: "What's that supposed to mean?"
Joe: "That means I'm not going to get in this with you two..."
Me: "...I just wish I knew what was going on..."
Joe: "...he told me he doesn't want to talk to any girls right now. He apparently has been talking to three different girls..."
...you know the three different girls part doesn't bother you. You could have talked to many boys, but you chose not to. You thought, "This one is different." But the not wanting to talk part slightly gets to you, but yet again, you don't let it ruin your night...
...later you realize you really don't want to lose what you had. You must do something...
Me: "Joe, give me your keys. I want to say goodbye..."
...you walk toward the car in the pitch black makinmg it the perfect setting for quick thinking of what you are going to say, but nothing comes to mind. You become nervous , but remain strong. You unlock the car and open the door causing the light to come on. Your disease awakes along with your desire...
Jer: "I'm sleeping..."
Me: "---I just wanted to say goodnight... when you get over yourself, you go ahead and call me, ok?"
Jer: "Ok."
...you give him a kiss on the cheek, set the keys in his lap, close the door, get in your own car, and drive away. You pat yourself on the back. You did it. Remain strong...
...but the next morning you awake, you go to check you e-mail and he's there. The image sent to you burns deep, and you know you're crazy about this person, but what do you do? He won't even talk to you...
Jer: "I'm not an asshole"
Me: "Not yet..."
...that was about three weeks ago. And it was awesome, but in two weeks everything changes. What once was great disappears suddenly, and you don't know what hit you. You assume maybe "he's just been busy, he did just get that new job", but then you realize the excuses you make-up in you're mind don't stand any longer. He's gone. You've lost him. Then you wonder what it was that you did, but you know you did nothing. So you wonder, and wonder. But then the wondering consumes you, until you just have to know. Something's wrong; it wasn't you. It couldn't be.
After the many calls he never returns, you become desperate for an answer and call his best friend...
Me: "Hey, Joe. It's Christie... is Jer there?"
Jer: "Hey"
Me: "...where have you been?"
Jer: "I've been busy."
Me: "Haven't we all."
Jer: "No, really.. I..."
Me: "---No, I was agreeing with you..." "...well you could call and say 'hey, i'm alive'..."
Jer: "...yeah..."
Me: "...well sorry if I was worried about you"
...you hang up and think to yourself, "I don't need him", and you don't let it ruin your night...
...but the next day you can't avoid him...
Me: "Hey"
Jer: "Hey"
...then he turns away to continue talking to his friends and completly ignores you, and you wonder what happened to what you had, and what is wrong with you...
Me: "What's his deal?"
Joe: "His deal is his deal."
Me: "What's that supposed to mean?"
Joe: "That means I'm not going to get in this with you two..."
Me: "...I just wish I knew what was going on..."
Joe: "...he told me he doesn't want to talk to any girls right now. He apparently has been talking to three different girls..."
...you know the three different girls part doesn't bother you. You could have talked to many boys, but you chose not to. You thought, "This one is different." But the not wanting to talk part slightly gets to you, but yet again, you don't let it ruin your night...
...later you realize you really don't want to lose what you had. You must do something...
Me: "Joe, give me your keys. I want to say goodbye..."
...you walk toward the car in the pitch black makinmg it the perfect setting for quick thinking of what you are going to say, but nothing comes to mind. You become nervous , but remain strong. You unlock the car and open the door causing the light to come on. Your disease awakes along with your desire...
Jer: "I'm sleeping..."
Me: "---I just wanted to say goodnight... when you get over yourself, you go ahead and call me, ok?"
Jer: "Ok."
...you give him a kiss on the cheek, set the keys in his lap, close the door, get in your own car, and drive away. You pat yourself on the back. You did it. Remain strong...
...but the next morning you awake, you go to check you e-mail and he's there. The image sent to you burns deep, and you know you're crazy about this person, but what do you do? He won't even talk to you...