I hate to think something as trite as the holiday season is ushering in that "miss my ex" vibe--in lieu of which I will credit that new job mania--but this week I've missed him.
Missed the random texts, IMs, twenty-second phone calls, and super speedy work-to-work e-mails this week--it's been steadily building...it really is him that I miss. Not the relationship and not the drama--but the ease of that dynamic--at least we never had to work at finishing thoughts sans words.
Well, I hope it passes. Maybe it's just that this is his favorite holiday--the one he calls everyone that matters to say just that...you matter, I'm callig you! I know he won't call me, but I wish I warranted that call.
c'est la vie...
que sera, sera
whatever will be, will be
2 comments:
don't worry, Curry Rice Girl, you still have El CRuelo to console you . . . I will keep your blood boiling
p.s. sentence structure still needs work, style-maven
If I have been relegated to the ranks of the cruel, my life really is worse than I had evaluated. barf!
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