Wednesday night is the highlight of my week. I think maybe I just get off on team sports. I don’t know, and sometimes I think maybe I’m being too competitive… nahhhh. I just love the competitive atmosphere - or maybe its the fact that our team is comprised of nothing but awesome people and…
I took my mentee out today to buy her a memory card and sushi. This 15 year old kid is the identical 15 year old version of me. Except she’s better with chopsticks. And isn’t gay. Seriously though, I love this kid like one of my sisters.
Anyways, I hired her as my kickball team’s professional photographer (this 15 year old has more skills than most 25 year olds I know). I’ll post some of her shots of tomorrow night later in the week for all -20 of my followers.
The more I think about it, I was the only one that took “forever” and “unconditional” seriously. To you, I was just another long-term relationship. There was good, there was bad, there was an end. I wasn’t the love of your life. You’ve moved on and are much happier where you’re at. Who could blame you for that? Sadly, on my end, I think I’ve tried every possible way to get over this; but I can’t. I’ve grown to hate the idea of love and take comfort most in apathy. You have told me numerous amount of times if it hurts too much to have any sort of friendship that you don’t mind not talking..I think I’m ready for that. I want no memory of this anymore. Talking to you, seeing your name, or any memory of us kills me a little more each time, and if I ever want to be capable of being happy again, I need this to be nothing more than a nightmare soon forgotten. I know you’ll be fine. Thank you for being so understanding.