Made Up

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“You’re thinking about her again, aren’t you?”

“Yeah.”

“Why don’t you do something about it?You’re always sitting here, reading her letters, wishing you could talk to her. Why don’t you?”

“It’s not that simple. You don’t understand.”

“Then explain it ’cause all I see are excuses. Just call her. She gave you her number.”

“It’s been too long. It’s probably changed by now. Who knows where she is.”

“Don’t you know? Aren’t you friends on Facebook or something?”

“It’s not that simple.”

“Or it’s just that easy and you’re too scared.”

“Fuck you.”

“That’s right. Resort to name-calling because you know I’m right.”

“Yeah. But that’s who I am. Always the asshole. I deleted her. Every time. I fuck up and delete her. Try to erase her because knowing she’s there, seeing her happy without me, with someone else. It’s just too much, man.”

“Did you ever try to actually…

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About livedinitaly

Love food and traveling. Breaking out of this introvert shell by expressing my thoughts, experiences and feelings.
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