It's never easy to accept the fact that some things aren't going to work out. This weekend, as I'd hate to believe it myself, it was never clearer to me that "this" is of no good to me or anyone else for that matter, and that I should just drop it, and as of the last hour that has passed, it's already been a fail on my part.
Rebounds, cold shoulders, the quiet treatment? Sure, they all work but late at night when you wait for sleep to come upon you, you're definitely still thinking about it. It doesn't come easily to me to play the "get over" it game, a natural people-person who goes deeper than he should like myself finds it ever difficult to refuse to say "hi', even if it was the plan. Giving up is never really an option to me, I got this case so bad that I'd rather lose trying instead of knowing better and dropping everything.
Why am I losing hope? A week of no words being spoken is significant, it wasn't exactly the worse thing I've pulled myself through, but I wonder how you felt about it that entire time? It's hard to think that i go out of my way talk to you when in the back of my head, I see yourself being the same way you are to other fellas, and still i decide to stick around. It's just for some fucked up reason I still think it would work out, despite all the hints and clues, but like I said, I'm a fighter, and if I ever figure out what the reasons are for me sticking around, I'll let you know....well, probably not, but I promise you that anyway cause I'll probably never know why.
I thought we were over the bumpy parts of this road but I was wrong. You know what....you just answered all my questions, fuck this shit, peace out
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