Don’t mistake affection for attachment.
Wow Lissa… Sadly I love that you write this. Not because of the pain that must have been involved at them time… but that you can express it. I wish I would become introduced to the beauty of releasing my emotions through writing, instead I either take them all out on Kendell (well mainly kendell) or i just bottle them up and hurt. II saw you today. Your ears covered up because they get red and irritated by the wind. You ask me questions you should already know the answers to and it reminds me of how little you actually knew me.
During Spanish, I think about you. I’m not very good at remembering things. Somehow no matter how hard I try to collect and keep everything in my mind it all fades out (that’s why I write so much, I think). I can remember eight distinct things you said to me while we were together, none of them hugely significant I suppose. Four or five of them you were either high or drunk so I feel like they can’t even really count.
“Why do you act so hella akward? Really…wtf”
“I’m really glad you were mellow…I was afraid you’d get all hyper like you can get.”
“You’re the first girl I’ve had sex with that I didn’t love.”
Seeing you today reminded me that I’m so much happier without you.
And through all that I still want to thank you…for not damaging me :)
