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I don’t miss him.  The ‘him’  never really existed.  So, no I don’t miss ‘him’.

He ruined it.

I’m happy we’re friends.  I don’t see how it could ever be more, with the ending we had.

He just doesn’t look the same to me.

If it’s ever right, there won’t be any guess work.  You’ll just know.  I hope.  Sometimes,  I’m terrified of being one of those people that talk themselves out of what could have been a defining moment..

Three months ago, I never thought I’d run into you.  And then we are talking on the phone and replaying the last time we saw each other.  And then a few days go by and not a word.

I’d just given us the code blue.  I thought, ‘well hell! Just how long am I going to fuck around in what-if?

And then you called.  Your phone was broken, like no display and wouldn’t even charge.  You let it get disconnected and just got a new phone. You called to let me know.  You missed me. When are you going to see me again? I need to come back to your side of the world?  Why didn’t I call?

I did….. once or twice. I think I may have left a message.

Why didn’t I try to call again?

(Well, it wasn’t because I deleted your phone number, so I wouldn’t call you again because I thought you were ignoring me/forgotten about me.)

Definitely wasn’t that.

Let’s not dwell on the past, k?

im thinking

i have figured out why my love life is so screwed up.

i haven’t been forwarding those stupid chain texts.