Sigh, the last really good memory I have with my ex-girlfriend was seeing Lemony Snicket.
The night before we were at the beach at a friend's million dollar beach condo. It was a romantic night. We returned to her parent's house the following day where I was to meet them. To kill time we went to a movie. She was wrapped tightly around my arm, we were both so happy.
I returned home the day after, while she stayed with her parents for Christmas. During that time frame she became unobtainable. I couldn't reach her.
I was depressed, I knew something was up. It became the worst Christmas ever, for more reasons then one.
Sure enough, she returned, and things ended. What the fuck happend?
Anyway, even months after it all it still fucking hurts. I keep trying to move on.
Earlier today I came across the Lemony Snicket soundtrack. I just remember the film's score playing as she's sitting next to me, my stomach just starts to churn. I just feel depressed.
Why the fuck to women do this to us?
The night before we were at the beach at a friend's million dollar beach condo. It was a romantic night. We returned to her parent's house the following day where I was to meet them. To kill time we went to a movie. She was wrapped tightly around my arm, we were both so happy.
I returned home the day after, while she stayed with her parents for Christmas. During that time frame she became unobtainable. I couldn't reach her.
I was depressed, I knew something was up. It became the worst Christmas ever, for more reasons then one.
Sure enough, she returned, and things ended. What the fuck happend?
Anyway, even months after it all it still fucking hurts. I keep trying to move on.
Earlier today I came across the Lemony Snicket soundtrack. I just remember the film's score playing as she's sitting next to me, my stomach just starts to churn. I just feel depressed.
Why the fuck to women do this to us?
for the same reason men do it to us, i suppose.