March 2011
6 posts
We just keep suffering blow after blow.
But we’ll push through them, I swear.
I didn’t write on night five. And I’m not gonna write about it, or nights six through twenty-five. Suffice it to say that I didn’t last 25 days. After my workout last Thursday, during my 10-minute walk back to campus, I contemplated whether or not I was gonna talk to you. On one hand, I hated making you wait, especially when I already knew my decision. On the other hand, I had...
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Night Four
It’s difficult to express in words how much I wanna call you and tell you how tired I am, how burned out I am, how much I miss you and how much I just wanna be in your arms.
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Night Three
You’ve texted me twice in the past twenty-four hours. Those texts should make my decision easier and strengthen it, but I don’t know. At first, I thought, “For sure. I’m gonna get back with him. I just need more time to make sure this is what I really want.” But now, I don’t know what I want. And it’d be unfair to you to be with someone who...
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Night Two
Last night wasn’t terrible. Tired myself out enough that I’d just fall asleep right away. Today was pretty bad though. I missed you every minute. Found myself wanting to just give in and call you and take back everything I said. I’m proud that I didn’t though. I wanna be sure of my decision. That’s why I’m taking all this time.
It got particularly...
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Night One
I see you everywhere. In the TOMS shoes someone was wearing at mass earlier, in the random songs that come up on my iPod, in the emptiness of my neck without your necklace. I know I told you not to talk to me in any way, but I still find myself periodically checking my phone for a text from you. I’m scared to go to sleep tonight because I’m scared of what those few minutes...