I don’t think it’s a coincidence that I was just where you are, and now I’m going to be where you were. Forced to be where you were. I’m just not sure what the message is.

he said he doesn’t like the body wash. The scent isn’t for him. but he loves it because it makes him think of me.

Things are good. It’s a holiday, I’m nostalgic and thinking about you. I hope you think about me too sometimes. I consider texting a couple times a year and I don’t because I think I’m afraid of not hearing back. I wish I could see what you’re up to. I’m an open book.

Your little face is popping up and I still miss it. I’m fighting the urge to say something. I keep telling myself if you wanted to, you would test the waters. Maybe Frankenstein will get a little <3 out of you.

I hope you see my wall in the picture and remember how it was when you saw it in person. I hope you think “wow she’s made a lot of progress”. I hope I’m at the forefront of your mind this month. We had a good October last year.

I’m not that sad anymore. It’s still there deep down but I don’t think about you all the time. Seeing your face doesn’t make my insides jump. I’ve reached the acceptance stage, and I’m sure the sadness will come back in a big wave, but for right now, I’m just moving forward.

I am still getting those mixed signals from you. You didn’t need to react with some clapping hands, but you did. I sent the message, which was a perfect opp for a conversation and you dudded it. Are you gonna come in September? I’d put my money on no way. So just say it! Why humor me with “if I’m in town, I definitely will!” ? A lot can change in 2 months. I’d drop everyone else for you.

You liked my story of me posing with some wine by the water, looking mega babe. A win’s a win. In my mind you don’t like an exes pic (that kind of pic anyways) if you’re seeing someone else.