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I don't understand it when people try to use the girls from your past against you. Not really against you, but in that I-know-a-secret-about-you sort of way.
What's the secret?
I thought we had something. She didn't. I asked, twice. At least one time I was polite. In the end it really doesn’t matter. I am not one of those boys that needs to wonder if Hell is exothermic when a girl tells him it will be a cold night in Hell before she sleeps with him again.
At least not anymore. I am too jaded. I've loved too many girls that didn't love me, and too many girls loved me whom I couldn't bring myself to love.
I don't know how to explain that love, and by proxy sex, means very little when it takes three shots of tequila just to make me wonder what might have been.
What's the secret?
I thought we had something. She didn't. I asked, twice. At least one time I was polite. In the end it really doesn’t matter. I am not one of those boys that needs to wonder if Hell is exothermic when a girl tells him it will be a cold night in Hell before she sleeps with him again.
At least not anymore. I am too jaded. I've loved too many girls that didn't love me, and too many girls loved me whom I couldn't bring myself to love.
I don't know how to explain that love, and by proxy sex, means very little when it takes three shots of tequila just to make me wonder what might have been.