he called me after 10 months of silence. of no e-mail, no talking on the phone, he called me. he fucking called me.
i chased this boy for a year and in january he finally put me out of my misery. blew me off hard. and then nothing.
he called me tonight and i fucking let him in. i didn’t hang up the phone. i should have. i was mean. i was cold. but he got me, i warmed up. we laughed and laughed. there’s still goddamn chemsitry there.
he fucking called and i talked to him. why?
why? he’s not mr. potential anymore. he’s not. he’s not. he’s not.
i have other potential in my life. but he fucking called and there was that damn chemsitry.
he asked me to go out on friday. i said no. he asked me to come see him when he was done covering the vikings game on sunday. i said no.
i said no. he might have called and i might have laughed, but i said no. NO.
he called and i said no.