I don't get my hopes up with you. I always prepare myself for disappointment. I spent the weekend with you. You said you still loved me, but I'm still prepared to be let down.
Makes it easier that way.
(The flat tire should've been the clue.)
The whole premise of this "blog" was to document me starting a new chapter in my life. Yes, it's a new chapter, but you're still in my life. Whether this is due to fate, or some sort of grand farce, I don't know.
I turned my phone off tonight. I know I'll end up turning it back on ... but for not, I cannot talk to you.
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