It's totally obvious that you don't want to share your life with me because if you did, you would be figuring out a time when you and me could celebrate your sister's birthday. But I get it. You don't want to be a couple. You want to be you and you want to get fucked by me and that's all you want. Even if this isn't true, this is exactly how I'm feeling right now. And you are giving me no other indication that what I'm saying is false.
I get that I'm a fundamental kind of person. I ask the usual question when you get home. How was your day? What did you get for lunch? Anything new? ...and of course, you give me your run-of-the-mill answers. Fine, blah blah blah... But then a day later you send me a picture of something that you bought while you were at a store and expect me not to start "narrating possible situations" because you don't write anything with that picture. I'm just supposed to know. This is why I feel confused and left out of your world. Because you don't share those little details that I would love to get. I know....basic girl crap....you know what? It's basic because that is how it should be ...basic information sharing.
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