Hopefully Found

She always found What she needed In his Arms

I cannot wait for the day When I can once again Fall asleep Without the awful Sick feeling Of having argued With you

She called first. It was out of character but she knew this was a day for uncharacteristic behavior. He answered on the third ring.  Yes,  of course she could come over. Was anything wrong? Okay.  Sure.  See you then. Blah blah blah.  Yes.  She was fine.  She just missed him. No. No.  She'd be there in a few minutes.   Breathing in,  she stepped completely away from who she was. She arrived several minutes later.   She grabbed his hand and led him down the hall.  She became lost.  In the warmth of his skin,  his touch,  his lips.  In him.   It was all she needed tonight.

Nearly 10 years of my life Of a relationship Of a friendship Or at least civility Gone Over I wish I felt relief But it's just Immensely sad

If you wonder why I don't contact you, refer to yesterday.  I don't text.  I don't call.  I don't ask you anything about your life.  Because when I do, this is what happens.  I feel like shit, you feel like shit, you call stalker, I go back to all the crap you put me through.  It's not a good situation. I got a piece of information that I thought you might want to know about and shared it.   I am sorry about that.  I should have kept it to myself.  You deal with your relationships.  I have never texted or called you to inform you about any dates I might have, I don't post about my relationships on social media.  I don't advertise for dates on Facebook.  I don't include you in my life.  It's private and personal.  You choose to do it differently.  Still, I keep my opinions about it to myself or talk to my friends.  Again, I'm sorry that I ever shared the information I had with you.  All that bei...

Never once. Not once in all the time I have known you,  have you ever accepted responsibility for something you did.  You exchanged naked pictures of yourself and your dick with both of my best friends.  No apologies no fucking nothing. You fucking thought it was cute to treat me that way. You jacked off to their photos, exchanged sexts and generally played around without ever thinking how it made me feel. Now they have your fucking pictures and you're mad?   Grow a pair of balls as big as your dick,  tell the chicks about your dumb youthful indiscretions and move on.  Or lie about it, like you do everything else.  If they can't accept it, maybe they aren't the person for you.  But get over playing the victim. You aren't innocent in this. This shit with the new chick? You can blame me if you want. But I was just the messenger. If she's lying or playing you,  that's her problem.  But you fucking lied to me about how you feel abou...

As a public service to those that attempt to be my ex's next, read this: 1. He will appear to care about you and what you care about.  It's a great act.   His main concern will be how what you're doing affects him and/or his mood. Wait for it.. but don't hold your breath.  2.  There will be only room for one of you in the relationship to have feelings.  Be sure that yours mirror his. Your main purpose is to make him feel good about himself. /end story 3.  If you do happen to have your own feelings,  be prepared.  He will dismiss them. Pat you on the head with trite sayings he's gathered from others. None of them will be helpful, meaningful or sincere. It's best to find another outlet for them. You'll find no solace with him.  4.  He does not enjoy the small back and forth flirting games couples play. He has no patience.  No "I love you more"or "Remember that time..".   5.  Whatever talent,...