rockaction
Footballguy
Go ahead. Rue the night that any notion of eternal lifeblood on earth was terminated in my mind. That night you laughed at the gift I bought you and called it "scary." It was a stupid teddy bear. Just say "nice," and never look at it again. It's common courtesy. I also bought you whiskey. "That's more like it," you bellowed. Typical. You then went to flail around downtown and almost hook up with anything that walked. That was your way. Then you wanted to be married later that year. I wonder, since we never talked in the twenty-five years since we broke up (I left you for another girl) what you must think about when you think about me. I know you do. I also know you've got a family, but I can't help but think it would set you back years just to see me, looking younger than forty-seven but a bit of a shambles for a backstory, former alcoholic addict not really caring about anything or having responsibilities. I only ever think of you in passing, and it's always a miserable memory. Something where you just can't act right or just said the wrong thing or just didn't want to go somewhere and how in your darkest of hours you could swear that these people all hate you...and psst! They do. And you deserve every moment of it, you liar. Rue the night.
Anyone else?
Anyone else?
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