Friday, August 1, 2008

Killed Me With A Sword...

Mal. Guy killed me, Mal. He killed me with a sword. How weird is that?

Well, more like she killed me. She slayed me. She turned my whol eworld upside down. Even after knowing her for months, she makes me nervous.

I fall apart around her. Loose my cool. She was my favorite addiction. Why do I do this to myself? I dunno'. Guess that's why they call it an addiction.

So I did a weird thing this morning. I called her to leave a vocemail saying goodbye, but I did it half in the poetic way I do things. Like I had to write it down because I didn't trust myself to remember what I wanted to say. Even better, I had to leave a second message, cuz I didn't read the first one right, and I'm sure it totally diluted my words... I couldn't have that. It kind of made my day because it was unusually bold for me. Hell, I think it's unusually bold for anyone. How often do we step outside ourselves and say exactly what we feel to someone with out fear of recourse. Simply put, I was like fuck it. I'm never going to see her again. So bitter sweet end. What better way to end a friendship crush? None I can think. Goodbye to my fav girl in NorCal.

Until the next one comes...