Enchanted Girl
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Me and my ex just had this conversation on World of Warcraft. You guys need to tell me that I need to stop getting my hopes up, even though I don't want to hear it because he would get back with me if he really wanted to and we broke-up for a reason or whatever. Because I had this conversation with him and my heart is pitter pattering and I'm being an idiot.
I need tough love right now. I seriously almost started calling him pet names in this conversation.
Him: It's you.
Me: yea
Him: How are you?
Me: How's it going?
Him: I'm fine.
Me: Me, too.
Him: I'm lonely all the time.
Him: I drink a lot.
Him: I'm depressed every day.
Me: Thank you for telling me that. I had honestly convinced myself that you didn't care at all.
Me: I'm doing about as well as you.
Me: I wake-up depressed every day.
Me: I don't drink, but I leave the house constantly.
Him: Ugh. My guilt only worsens then.
Me: I exercise a whole lot now.
Me: I've lost a lot of weight.
Me: I'm not trying to make you feel guilty.
Him: I started jogging and doing sit-ups.
Me: I just thought we were being honest with one another.
Me: Understandable. Exercise helps.
Him: We are.
Me: Honestly, when you didn't respond to my texts about the cell phone and us being friends, I thought you hadn't given two shits about me in awhile.
Him: honeysuckle. The tank died because I was talking to you. D=
Me: Sorry.
Him: It's no problem.
Him: I care a whole lot though.
Me: You'll get over it before me, that's what I'm convinced of.
Him: Any romantic interests yet?
Me: No, it's not like I can just throw what we had away.
Me: Are you sure you didn't find someone else?
Him: Yea.
Him: I was just asking.
Me: Okay.
Me: I'd like it if I could move on that fast, but seriously, YEA RIGHT.
Him: Ugh, now I'm depressed.
Me: Why?
Me: Because of what we talked about?
Him: Because I'm an enormous fuckup.
Him: Yea.
Me: What do you mean?
Him: Why the hell do you think I'm depressed?
Me: You can still talk things out with me. Remember how I told you that I'd always be here for you, even through this break-up?
Me: Sorry.
Me: Won't make you say anything you don't want to.
Me: Do you need me to log off?
Him: No.
Him: I don't.
Me: We'll get passed it, Lee. One way of another.
Him: Okay.
I need tough love right now. I seriously almost started calling him pet names in this conversation.
Him: It's you.
Me: yea
Him: How are you?
Me: How's it going?
Him: I'm fine.
Me: Me, too.
Him: I'm lonely all the time.
Him: I drink a lot.
Him: I'm depressed every day.
Me: Thank you for telling me that. I had honestly convinced myself that you didn't care at all.
Me: I'm doing about as well as you.
Me: I wake-up depressed every day.
Me: I don't drink, but I leave the house constantly.
Him: Ugh. My guilt only worsens then.
Me: I exercise a whole lot now.
Me: I've lost a lot of weight.
Me: I'm not trying to make you feel guilty.
Him: I started jogging and doing sit-ups.
Me: I just thought we were being honest with one another.
Me: Understandable. Exercise helps.
Him: We are.
Me: Honestly, when you didn't respond to my texts about the cell phone and us being friends, I thought you hadn't given two shits about me in awhile.
Him: honeysuckle. The tank died because I was talking to you. D=
Me: Sorry.
Him: It's no problem.
Him: I care a whole lot though.
Me: You'll get over it before me, that's what I'm convinced of.
Him: Any romantic interests yet?
Me: No, it's not like I can just throw what we had away.
Me: Are you sure you didn't find someone else?
Him: Yea.
Him: I was just asking.
Me: Okay.
Me: I'd like it if I could move on that fast, but seriously, YEA RIGHT.
Him: Ugh, now I'm depressed.
Me: Why?
Me: Because of what we talked about?
Him: Because I'm an enormous fuckup.
Him: Yea.
Me: What do you mean?
Him: Why the hell do you think I'm depressed?
Me: You can still talk things out with me. Remember how I told you that I'd always be here for you, even through this break-up?
Me: Sorry.
Me: Won't make you say anything you don't want to.
Me: Do you need me to log off?
Him: No.
Him: I don't.
Me: We'll get passed it, Lee. One way of another.
Him: Okay.