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So ya, we dated three years. Then! Then! You had to end it with a text message… I often think to myself who does that? Seriously? Three years and I was only worth a text message. But oh no! You where not to be out done where you my love? Absolutely not! You decided it would be fun to drag it out and make the suffering last much, much, much longer than that! So we came back to school and decided to see each other again. Damn that was awkward huh? But hey, we decided to keep seeing each other and doing things that friends do, and then what happens! We end up hooking up, not once or twice but numerous times. But oh no, you couldn’t stop there could you! Just when things where starting to get back to normal and I had forgiven you, you freak out and we end up fighting for another month and a half before we stop talking for another period of time! More estrangement from each other, shitty emails, shitty texts and awkward social interaction in which we each try super hard to pretend the other doesn’t exist, nice and childish. But oh no! You are not to be outdone in the rape of my spirit, body and mind! Not you, my crazy, psycho love. Just when exams start you decide that it would be great to start talking again since we are leaving this beautiful French city. You, me, the library, the books, the people staring, we decide it would be awesome to make up in the entrance of the library. I told you I loved you, and that I had kept your notes you had written for me expressing your undying love…you were flattered, touched and tears came to your eyes. But oh no! You were not finished. You insisted we be friends and hang out, I agreed. We had some nice awkward social interaction, things where going great! We decide a movie would be awesome to watch together. The movie was La Haine, quite possibly the best movie ever written and directed, it was a quality friendly activity you insisted. But oh no, my crazy, crazy, crazy love! You where not to be outdone, not you. We didn’t even get to see the massive, mind blowing conclusion to this movie. It just so happened that my apartment was cold as the great Canadian Arctic wasteland, I decided to grab my comforter to provide warmth for my body, but you, you…you where not to be outdone, not you, you sly sexy fox you. You insisted we could share a blanket and it would be totally fine…little did I know your intentions where not so friendesque! You laid your head on my should, I put my arm around you, we kissed. We stopped watching this awesome movie only to hook up! again! Not once but twice! You told me you loved me and that you where sorry and that you wanted us to fix our life and live happily ever after. My silly, silly love! You knew I wanted that and I allowed it to happen! Exams finally ended and I returned home for the summer, but you! My crazy, psycho love! You where not to be outdone, not you! You ignored me for two weeks when I return home, I figured okay, you where busy. My crazy love! You finally email me…a one sentence email, with no thought put into it, I think my balls could have mashed out a better email then you wrote me. I responded. You apologized for being distant, we talked over email and MSN for a month, my crazy love! But no, this wasn’t enough for you, you began demanding that I devote more time to you, write you longer emails and insisted that i solely used you as a booty-call! My crazy, crazy love! We ended up fighting and called each other terrible names and acted like children which has led to our estrangement. My crazy, crazy love! I see you around campus all the time, you refuse to look at me, or when you do I see murder in your eyes. Should I be afraid? Should I get a restraining order? Should I buy myself a gun for protection? I especially liked it when I was out drinking with my buddies and you were out with your ugly chick friends and pointed me out to them. My crazy, crazy love! I saw you look at me and turn away so that I couldn’t see. Your friends looked at me and smiled. I lost sight of you in the bar and as i was going for a cigarette, my crazy, crazy love. I saw you putting your coat on and standing with your friends debating on leaving because I was at the same establishment! My crazy, crazy, psycho love! I’m so sorry that my presence offended you, it really wasn’t my intention at all. I just want you to know that despite our arguments, petty fights and stupid childish shit we have each both put each other through that I still often find myself wondering if you miss me. I find myself wondering if you think about me and I find myself wondering if you will be the girl who got away. I also find myself wondering if I will ever find another who I will connect with on so many levels with as I did you. Despite all of this shit you have put me through my crazy, crazy, crazy love I can’t help but feel that when you return home we will both be filled with regret. Maybe not regret in the sense of loving each other, but regret in the sense that we lost each other as friends. You where a huge part of my life and I miss waking up next to you and trying to cuddle you, only to have you freak out and yell at me not to touch you because you have morning breath/are gross. I would give anything to relive those moments, as well as those long, drawn out pointless discussions about absolutely nothing. If you ever read this and I highly, highly doubt you will…but maybe one of your friends will and will recognize that ‘psycho boyfriend’ of yours that you keep slandering me as we should definitely work our problems out and make up…if not as lovers as friends. Or, with your current record maybe we can be lovers and end it violently next time. What do you think my crazy, crazy love?
Yours always,
The psycho ex-boyfriend
*kisses*