You ever seen those movies, where two people have a huge fight, and one says something he/she doesn't mean, and the other walks off? Then the former chases after them all epically, and apologizes profusely?
Well, I had that happen recently. Except... I was the one who left, and I wasn't chased after.
it really brought things into perspective for me. It gave me a nice crushing feeling, knowing that I was unimportant to this other person that they didn't chase. That they'd rather me know what they said than to have a late lunch hour. I stayed until she was done with work, but mostly because I was too tired to drive home.
Pretty fun, eh? Yeah, I thought so too.
(On a side note... trying to date you? I fear you have that wrong. I tried one last date, and all you worried about was if people saw you with me. I stopped 'trying to date" you at that moment.Remember all those times I didn't pay for you?)
Anyways... It's summer. Time to swim and find new life.
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