2001-10-07 ± 4:28 p.m.
ouch.

I think that the worst kind of hurt is the one that arrives,unknowingly sent by it's seemingly harmless owner, and attaches itself to every moment of your day.

making breakfast at noon causes great sighs and silent diligence. Correcting papers in front of the television necessitates getting up to close the blinds, so that the neighbors won't see you crying on your pitiful pink-leather hand-me-down loveseat.

but you won't call. because you're trying to "distance yourself" (as if 1500 miles isn't enough). you'll wait for him to ring.

and when he does...will you forget? like you always do? and make jokes and be funny and talk about future encounters? and then bury your face in the pillows after an awkward goodbye? or will you speak up?

because honey...if you don't. It will consume you. And you've got too much on your plate right here in the lonestar state to be consumed by a barely-breathing relationship gasping near the great lakes.

you cannot be the woman who defines herself by her relationships to men. you've been alone the majority of your life...and this one's not good enough to hang on to.

trust me.

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