Sunday, May 15, 2011

You're out of luck.

When you came back, you just stopped talking to me. So I just left it at that. I then saw you that weekend in Dublin. It was awkward, weird and heart racing. But I ignored you still. We wouldn't talk any time we saw each other. Last weekend at Gaza's house we would hardly even look at each other. How could it go from being so mad about each other to this? In such little time too? We had a big heart to heart the other morning about it. You told me everything you felt, everything you thought and everything you saw. I told you everything too. But nothing will ever be the same. We have to accept that.

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