Not to say there's something wrong with her or her personality, friendship, ect. She's awesome. She puts up with my shit, which is good/I'm appreciative. She also doesn't put up with my shit.. which is even better. more important.
It's all of the hype of a new friendship. Talking constantly throughout the day--> To talking constantly throughout the Holidays-->To Hey, we almost let time get in front of us, phone call. I mean, she's met my family and friends; I've met her la familia. She knows some of my deepest secrets. Vise Versa. That's usually how it goes..that's cool.. but something just doesn't fill out to me. -I can put my finger on it (figuratively speaking), but I don't suppose the next person would be able to.
I can only rid her temporarily. A few times, I've deleted her number. non-responsive. But Saundra's like a pack of cigarettes, and all of a sudden I'm a smoker whose nicotine patch is wearing off. It's towards the end of the night or after a party, and I call her.
I'm going to try again. Besos. Bye Bye.
btw, this is still in the freezer- your nasty flavor ice cream. And I'm chunking this too.
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