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 Posted: Wed Nov 28, 2012 7:57 pm
Or in simpler terms:
I'm going to to rant here and if you comment I'll be mad.
My blog is no longer private and therefore I've chosen to share with who cares to read on here instead.
Names will be changed.
If there is ever a comment or concern, PM me.
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Posted: Wed Nov 28, 2012 8:07 pm
28/11/2012
A vague recollection:
We met on here, you and I. You were seeing someone else but you were the only person who seemed to care. Welded fits better than glued to describe how closely I stuck to you. Every time I was with someone and every time you were with someone, I wanted it to be you and I wanted it to be me. You were a filthy liar. I forgave you. I was worse, a guilty sap, laced with lies but all I ever wanted was you around me and it all seemed worth it.
Somehow we got here, somehow you found out. We're not even remotely close to the people we pretended to be and the people we were before but regardless we are here.
I crack when I see your name, when I think of you, when I speak to you.
The mask of composure I've plastered to my entire being slips out of place, only an inch, just enough to notice it, just enough for the tension to crack against the pressure. Now we're going to see each other.
I wish us well, my dear.
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Posted: Wed Nov 28, 2012 8:14 pm
Lyrics & Quotes "Maybe a thief stole your heart or maybe we just drifted apart"
The Way it Was - The Killers
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Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2012 3:48 pm
29/11/2012
The result of 28/11/2012:
Today was not what I had expected but it was good all the same. You still talk about yourself a lot but I've always like listening to your voice. We wandered and sat on the roof in the snow and got soaked from the damp bench but it was all worth it.
This better happen again.
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2012 1:19 pm
10/12/2012
Blog reading:
I'm reading through my blog and it's all about her but the problem is the ache and thrum of longing to be near her has faded and turned into something softer and something warmer. I only wish to comfort her and that's all I'm used for these days. There's something though..something I don't recall ever feeling. A nervous, butterfly feeling that climbs from the bottom of my stomach up to the lump in my throat. It's new and I'm pretty sure I don't like it. It's terrifying and not towards someone I should have it towards.
I try not to keep or even get my hopes up but then I get a single message, just one, "I like you," and like a moth to a dull flame, I slowly meander my way towards it, having ignored it for months.. Let's not muck it up, yeah?
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