i had to ask you…

i had to ask you if you were dating her. no one would have told me otherwise. and even then i didn’t get a straight answer from you. just as i didn’t get a straight answer from you about the fate of our relationship. not until 3 weeks later, when you were prompted through anger.
i wish i had someone to watch a pushing daisies marathon with (i’m glad we had our scrubs marathon though) and eat pie (and jalepeno poppers and chicken nuggets and homemade french fries and baked potatoes and potato skins….we ate a lot of potatoes together…holy shit….) but i don’t. because you ran to her when you ran away from me.

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