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morleyroarlyHe says, among other things...
...You're such a catch.
...I feel like you're the person I've been looking for my whole life.
...These past few weeks with you have been so intense, so wonderful.
...I feel comfortable with you.
...You're so amazing.
...I can't see you anymore.
He's getting back together with his ex girlfriend. He looked genuinely pained when he told me, like on some level maybe it wasn't something he really wanted to do. I told him good luck, I told him I want him to be happy. I forgave him for the drama, for the completely piss-poor way in which it all came out in the wash (involving tearful phone calls in taxi cabs en route to birthday celebrations). I told him that I would have sacrificed for him, I would have done a lot to make it work. I never met anyone like him. I really genuinely thought he might have been The One. Seems like he may have felt that way too. Yet, here we are. I sent him home with his birthday present and a goodbye kiss, and called it done.
The Glenlivet on the rocks (thanks![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
censorydep), Firewater's Golden Hour full volume, and a metal fabrication cost estimate spreadsheet.
On to the next boyfriend. This one won't dump me for an ex. This one will bruise and beat my body, he'll keep me up until all hours, he'll emotionally terrorize me. He'll demand more and more of my time as August 2009 draws closer. He'll force me to my knees with humility over and over and over again. And I'll like it. It's time I fell in love with an art project again, and the TimeScale is oh-so-worthy of my obsessive amorous intentions. Here we go.
...You're such a catch.
...I feel like you're the person I've been looking for my whole life.
...These past few weeks with you have been so intense, so wonderful.
...I feel comfortable with you.
...You're so amazing.
...I can't see you anymore.
He's getting back together with his ex girlfriend. He looked genuinely pained when he told me, like on some level maybe it wasn't something he really wanted to do. I told him good luck, I told him I want him to be happy. I forgave him for the drama, for the completely piss-poor way in which it all came out in the wash (involving tearful phone calls in taxi cabs en route to birthday celebrations). I told him that I would have sacrificed for him, I would have done a lot to make it work. I never met anyone like him. I really genuinely thought he might have been The One. Seems like he may have felt that way too. Yet, here we are. I sent him home with his birthday present and a goodbye kiss, and called it done.
The Glenlivet on the rocks (thanks
censorydep), Firewater's Golden Hour full volume, and a metal fabrication cost estimate spreadsheet.On to the next boyfriend. This one won't dump me for an ex. This one will bruise and beat my body, he'll keep me up until all hours, he'll emotionally terrorize me. He'll demand more and more of my time as August 2009 draws closer. He'll force me to my knees with humility over and over and over again. And I'll like it. It's time I fell in love with an art project again, and the TimeScale is oh-so-worthy of my obsessive amorous intentions. Here we go.
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Date: 2008-11-18 10:23 pm (UTC)