So I'm over K. I mean, I still like her, and it's hard for me to know that she's downstairs with someone else instead of being here with me. That's just the way that she wants it, and that's kind of hard, too.
But tomorrow she leaves for Germany. She doesn't come back until January 6 or so. This space and time will, I hope, help me get together a life independent of her. I don't think that she can really be the friend that she was before, and that too is probably for the best. She's moving across town, she's got a boyfriend, she's building a whole new life independent of her old one.
The football coach in my head is encouraging for once. He barks out my surname. "Come on, boy! Keep your head up!" He pops me on the shoulder pads, and shoves me back onto the field. Somehow it feels like I spend a lot of my life getting sidelined. But I always get myself back in the game. And K says I'm not an optimist!
But tomorrow she leaves for Germany. She doesn't come back until January 6 or so. This space and time will, I hope, help me get together a life independent of her. I don't think that she can really be the friend that she was before, and that too is probably for the best. She's moving across town, she's got a boyfriend, she's building a whole new life independent of her old one.
The football coach in my head is encouraging for once. He barks out my surname. "Come on, boy! Keep your head up!" He pops me on the shoulder pads, and shoves me back onto the field. Somehow it feels like I spend a lot of my life getting sidelined. But I always get myself back in the game. And K says I'm not an optimist!
"*insert me being a dumbshit to dunx*"
"Al, stop it, you're being moody."
"Fuck you, I am not being moody!"
"Yes you are, now just stop, okay?"
"I am not!"
... 5 minutes pass...
"God, you're right, I AM being moody. I'm sorry."
"Wow, I can't believe you actually admitted it."
Good luck with forgetting the lady. It's hard work.