Creative Spasm

This is the time of the year where bullshitting skills count for everything.

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Y'know, I really do miss you. Whenever I talk to other guys, you always pop up. I remember everything that you said, I remember everything that you did, both good and bad. And sometimes that leaves me wondering why the hell everything went haywire in the first place.

It's not your fault. I know I've changed. From good to bad - who's to judge? But what I do know is that I still have a conscience, that I won't go back to you unless I know you're the only one for me. I'm having too much fun to even consider that now. But for you, you have no idea what, and who you want. When one's unavailable, you jump back to the other. When one shows no interest, you find the other one.

What do you have to prove?

That you're still attractive? That you still got it? An ego boost at what cost? I've been there, done that, and I know the price to pay. I warned you, and I can't stop warning you because I guess, inside me, I always hope that we'll still walk down the aisle some day, and Davion will one day exist.

Before all these happened, we were so young and innocent, carefree and beautiful. All that's left now are shreds of those days. All part of the process of growing up, I gather. What does it take to make me get over you?

Why were we so cute back then?