Friday, March 23, 2012

Text Communique

So he sent me a message in German, misspelled and mistyped, and out of the blue. Exactly the sort of thing that would have lightened my heart when we were dating. My response: What the fuck? My text response: Por que? Turns out he read it in a magazine; made him think of me. My response: What the fuck? How dare he! I didn't do or say anything, but I thought it, and I think it's legitimate. He's allowed to think of me, sure; I can't stop that. But does he really get to say, Hey. I don't love you. I don't want to be with you, and I know it hurts you. But you're awesome, really. And I saw this thing and it made me think of you. No big deal.

ASSHOLE.

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