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All or nothing. Now or never. Deadline.

Yeah. Unavailable guys are a fucker.I met up with him after work...to talk.

Went like this:

We were sitting at the table in Starbucks, and I started to fidget with the ring I wear on my left middle finger. It's some sort of chain-like design, supposed to symbolize ever-lasting life...or something. But he noticed I was wearing it, and asked me if I knew what it meant. I told him what I said above, and he says, "Yeah. It's Celtic."
Me: "Oh great, something Irish..." (Jokingly. He's Irish and I'm Italian, so we always joke about the lovely differences between our heritages.)
Him: "Yeah. I know...because I have one."

Then he holds up his hand, and on his left ring finger, he's wearing a ring SCARILY similar to my own. This is just ANOTHER thing to add to the repertoire of Reasons Why We Should Be Together. He agrees. The chances of all of those things being similar between ANY two people...!! Well, let's just say I'm still going a little apeshit. I never used to think anyone was perfect together until I met this kid.

Which is exactly why I HAVE to stop this. All or nothing. I'm not getting hurt.

Too bad it hurts anyways...!

EDIT: I did it over the phone. I'm upset. This sucks.

"He kept saying that he knew it would come to this. I freaking monologued
the entire time, and when he said anything, he was saying that it's going to be
hard for him because when he's with his girlfriend at the movies and whatever
they do, he's going to be thinking of me. I told him that wasn't fair, that he
shouldn't say things like that because it makes things so so so much harder for
me, when I'm just trying to forget about him, and that I don't want to be
thinking about him when I'm trying to move on. I told him he should just try to
forget about me. I told him I didn't want to be the girl who breaks people up, a
cheater...he told me that he told her about me...not all the trouble we were
getting into, only that we were friends...and then he said that he can't tell
any of his friends what went on because his friends are her friends and vice
versa...I told him that it had to be a secret then. I said all or nothing, and
that I couldn't be friends with him because I couldn't handle it."

Comments

Alex said…
whoa.


just...

whoa.

im amazed youre still cognisant!

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