Saturday, September 1, 2012 x 8:20 PM
I asked her out this morning. I'm not sure why I did. I simply liked her. . . .but I loved someone else. Was it because of her smile? Because it was pretty? Because it was warm and it made me
feel warm?
Or was it because she was there for me when the woman I loved wasn't?
I didn't think so, though.
Maybe, just maybe, it was because I felt as if she liked me, too.
I felt as if, for the first time in my life, I wouldn't have had to handle the rejection.
Besides, she was kind. Too
kind. She would've not liked me but would've agreed to go out with me, anyway, because of guilt.
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So I asked her out this morning. I'm not sure why I did. She knew I liked her. She knew I loved someone else. She told me to f*ck off. Labels: short, story thingy, well that must've felt good
