Saturday, September 3, 2011

Writing.


I've been writing. A lot.
I've been writing about my girlfriend, her boyfriend, me, my jealousy, my hopes, the way I think our first kiss is going to be.
Yep, my girlfriend has a boyfriend. I shouldn't be jealous, because I pushed them together, told them they'd be great together. Yet here I am, waiting for her text, hopin that she's not talking to him (even though I know it's not possible if she's not awake), wishing that for more than a week, I was the only one.
This is our one week.
We've been together a whole week.
Technically longer if you don't count the fight and in-the-moment break up.
I don't even know why I pushed them together.
Now I get to deal with how she loves him more.
Wow.
Bummer.

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