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Dear Connie,
I know the counselor said we shouldn’t contact each other during our “cooling off” period, but I couldn’t wait anymore. The day you left, I swore I’d never talk to you again. But that was just the wounded little boy in me talking. Still, I never wanted to be the first one to make contact. In my fantasies, it was always you who would come crawling back to me. I guess my pride needed that. But now I see that my pride’s cost me a lot of things.
I’m tired of pretending I don’t miss you. I don’t care about looking bad anymore. I don’t care who makes the first move as long as one of us does. Maybe it’s time we let our hearts speak as loudly as our hurt. And this is what my heart says:
“There’s no one like you, Connie.” I look for you in the eyes and breasts of every woman I see, but they’re not you. They’re not even close.
Two weeks ago, I met this girl at Flamingos and brought her home with me. I don’t say this to hurt you, but just to illustrate the depth of my desperation. She was young, maybe 19, with one of those perfect bodies that only youth and maybe a childhood spent ice skating can give you. I mean, just a perfect body. Tits like you wouldn’t believe and an ass that just wouldn’t quit. Every man’s dream, right? But as I sat on the couch being blown by this stunner, I thought, look at the stuff we’ve made important in our lives. It’s all so superficial.
Continue reading “The letter.”
The millenium series rule book should just have a giant 😉 on the front page. On the last page it should read: ‘wink, wink, nudge, nudge. Know what i mean fella!’
1. My A/C is not working properly.
2. Not going to Paris. No comments on this one.
3. To see some of my friends I have to hang out with other people that are not my friends. Even worse, some of my friends do hang out with those people pretty much all the time now. They rarely call me.
4. Apple now loves Intel.
5. Being kicked out of my SWG guild. I don’t play anymore, but I still had some hopes of coming back someday. Pf.
My so called life* 