Fuck it! I give up. Hehh, i'm doing what everyone insists that I do. Walk away gracefully. Here I am, i'm doing it. Look at me. I'm....I'm really gonna forget about her and move on. Movie stub from our first date....hehh (pause). Ok thats gone. Picture of your daughter....(holds it for a minute)... can't bring myself to tear this one up. Hold on. Ok burried away in the back fo a drawer somewhere where i'll hopefully forget about.
NO more grandiose schemes. No more conversations with myself about a course of action that would procure her to come back around. No more text messages about wheather or not your over me. Move on is my advice to you. I got what i wanted. I proved myself right, you really can do better. I really did nothing but piss you off, i never really made you happy, only angry or upset, or frusterated. I started something beautiful, something only the wonderful din of your respitory system talking to yourself while you sleep could match. And with a loss of my temper i destroyed it in 3 seperate instances.
If your curious. I was gonna ask you to merry me...on paper. We go before a judge have the paperwork all filled out. It wouldn't be real to either of us. Just good enough for U.S. government to allocate you benefits of my enlisting. I wouldn't care who you were with or what you did. And when i got out, i'd have had it anulled. If you wanted to pursuse something with me at that point i figured we'd give it shot, if it worked out than we'd do the real deal, church family and cake, the whole shabang. But as phony as the marriage would be, the following would've been real. The platnum engagement ring, and the sentelment that i wish it was real. But those won't come to be. I know you'd say no.
So i bid you farwell. I won't forget you (as hard as i try). And for the record i would have made a great fucking dad. In fact to put it in your words simply "THE BEST!"
Your beautiful, skinny, and enticing open and inviting, just the feeling isn't mutual anymore is it? I take this shot to next boy who gives you butterflies, i hope he treats you like I would, wait, better than i would (can't be that hard). I want to forget about you, more than you can ever comprehend. But strangly enough...i can't. In fact i don't want any of this. But i hope this is what you want. I hope this way you don't feel compelled to lie to me, about weather or not your moving on.
P.S. yeah i'm not her real dad, nor would i ever have been. But i'd have filled the part quite nicely. As for you, you simply are (and will be for quite sometime unfortinatly), the best.
NO more grandiose schemes. No more conversations with myself about a course of action that would procure her to come back around. No more text messages about wheather or not your over me. Move on is my advice to you. I got what i wanted. I proved myself right, you really can do better. I really did nothing but piss you off, i never really made you happy, only angry or upset, or frusterated. I started something beautiful, something only the wonderful din of your respitory system talking to yourself while you sleep could match. And with a loss of my temper i destroyed it in 3 seperate instances.
If your curious. I was gonna ask you to merry me...on paper. We go before a judge have the paperwork all filled out. It wouldn't be real to either of us. Just good enough for U.S. government to allocate you benefits of my enlisting. I wouldn't care who you were with or what you did. And when i got out, i'd have had it anulled. If you wanted to pursuse something with me at that point i figured we'd give it shot, if it worked out than we'd do the real deal, church family and cake, the whole shabang. But as phony as the marriage would be, the following would've been real. The platnum engagement ring, and the sentelment that i wish it was real. But those won't come to be. I know you'd say no.
So i bid you farwell. I won't forget you (as hard as i try). And for the record i would have made a great fucking dad. In fact to put it in your words simply "THE BEST!"
Your beautiful, skinny, and enticing open and inviting, just the feeling isn't mutual anymore is it? I take this shot to next boy who gives you butterflies, i hope he treats you like I would, wait, better than i would (can't be that hard). I want to forget about you, more than you can ever comprehend. But strangly enough...i can't. In fact i don't want any of this. But i hope this is what you want. I hope this way you don't feel compelled to lie to me, about weather or not your moving on.
P.S. yeah i'm not her real dad, nor would i ever have been. But i'd have filled the part quite nicely. As for you, you simply are (and will be for quite sometime unfortinatly), the best.