Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Sillies.

Me and Mr. Artsy talked.
It was nice. It was good. It was friendly.
It was too friendly, it was like nothing had been wrong.

Is that weird? Should I be happy the ex and I are talking?
Because I am. Kind of.

But at the same time, I hate the fact it can just be normal like that.
Without any apologies.

I don't like that I enjoyed it.

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