The song remains the same
It's always the same.
Promises of phone calls and time spent together.
Then two weeks of silence.
It's always the same.
Despite protestations that it will be different this time.
That effort will be put forth.
Yet I'm on the end of a phone that does not ring.
I tell myself not to take it so hard.
Yet it remains the heavy, haunting weight in my chest.
The dull ache of repeated rejection at the hands of an ex-lover and friend.
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I think you could afford to use up some of your own advice...
(And I say this because I care.)
God, I'm a spaz.
Sometimes I think you stick with her because you think you deserve to be treated that way.
Otherwise, why not allow yourself someone who treats you like someone who deserves love and care and kindness?
Miss you kid.
Love from Sardinia.