So that's
it?
It's over?
One text.
No explanation, no more than two replys?
And you started our conversation tonight with "Heyy
beautiful".
Okay, that's cool.
It's not like I've felt like I actually had a boyfriend
all summer.
It's just... couldn't you have done this so long ago?
So I wouldn't have felt so guilty for all the flirting with
random guys.
It's just... I'll miss your eyes. You had pretty
eyes.
And your stupidity.
It was cute. You were cute
But it neveer would've lasted, anyway.
Good luck with your stepdad. And the basketball and track and one
day the NFL.
Goodbye. One last kiss? One last "I love you"?
No? I didn't think so.
That's okay.
I've already moved on.
I really think we can be friends. I really do.
So... hello.
