Bear in mind that in the months since we've broken up, he's been periodically calling me or emailing me to tell me "I love you," and then several days later taking it back. Over and over again, for months. At first I was adament with him that he really just needed to get laid, and he'd get over it, and I was sorry, but I only wanted to be friends. I could only put up with the redundancy of it all for so long, and a few days ago I told him to fuck off. That was what set off his final proclamation that he wasn't going to get over it unless we never spoke again, and he sent me these poems and wished me a nice life.
It was a little sad, because obviously if I liked him enough to date him, I liked him enough to be friends with him, but at the same time, I'm aware that it's better for both of us. Still...
"...My dear love is a lion, mad and golden, and some wild mother bore her."
If that's not a great parting gift, I don't know what is.
Yep. In my realm he perfectly fits the behavior of a flip floppin' love addict/avoidant person :3
Kudos to you for getting away from that.
And I really did laugh at that line haha. The North Korea thing to, because it was odd how it was thrown in. And for some reason communist countries are funny to me. Well really only that and Nazi Germany.
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Flattering yet slightly spiteful, I like it. Also funny ya received this after months. Showing such wonderful negative signs bout em thar~
I'd frame it! Or laugh heartily and toss it - either or.
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Bear in mind that in the months since we've broken up, he's been periodically calling me or emailing me to tell me "I love you," and then several days later taking it back. Over and over again, for months. At first I was adament with him that he really just needed to get laid, and he'd get over it, and I was sorry, but I only wanted to be friends. I could only put up with the redundancy of it all for so long, and a few days ago I told him to fuck off. That was what set off his final proclamation that he wasn't going to get over it unless we never spoke again, and he sent me these poems and wished me a nice life.
It was a little sad, because obviously if I liked him enough to date him, I liked him enough to be friends with him, but at the same time, I'm aware that it's better for both of us. Still...
"...My dear
love is a lion, mad and golden,
and some wild mother bore her."
If that's not a great parting gift, I don't know what is.
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Kudos to you for getting away from that.
And I really did laugh at that line haha. The North Korea thing to, because it was odd how it was thrown in. And for some reason communist countries are funny to me. Well really only that and Nazi Germany.
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