It had the letters you sent me nearly three christmases ago. I only managed to skim the first two before I promptly tucked them back inside and put the box away.
I may look away, but I always look back at you.
All of you are so territorial….why?
Are we a product of convenience? Every chance I see you, the silhouettes and shapes become clearer. Your imprints linger just a bit longer. You’re becoming a constant. If you leave I might feel a piece missing from me.
I wish you knew when to give up
I lied- sort of. I’m only leaving for a month and a half. I just don’t know how we’re going to turn out so I gave myself (and you) and easy way out.
That sweater was/is hideous.
Am I going to be as lonely as you? I sure hope not.
I’m not trying to be coy or mysterious, I actually just don’t have much to say
Why do you always want to cuddle afterwards? How are you a robot and can you teach me?
Part of me breathed a sigh of relief when you didn’t answer- part of me still felt disappointment.
I just want you to know your impression of me is wrong. And I would like to prove it. Is that asking too much?
Please stop making those snide, needling comments.
Some credit card company called looking for you— twice. Why are you so incompetent? I never want to be associated with you.
I just want to know if you actually did write about me
You are so nice,yet so so stunted.
you got me hypnotized,
so you know what to do
I’ve been sick for over a month so when I agreed to hang out once I felt better— I’m not feeling better aite??
I would like some stability but I feel somehow that translates into commitment once it reaches your end. I might correct you but I’m too apathetic.
I seem emotionless because you fail to elicit an emotional response in me. Sorry I’m not sorry. Please grow up.
I’m a bit sad you seem disapproving of many of my friends. I’m even more sad to discover I actually share your sentiments.
I put my hands on your hips because you need to learn how to move them better. The glitz and name-dropping goes only so far: you’re not fooling anyone.
I’m not sure what convoluted dance we’re doing around each other, but it sucks (for lack of more eloquent terms).