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My (somewhat?)best friend, my ex girlfriend?


So I was talking to my girlfriend yesterday (AKA the love of my life) and she said that I shouldn't give up writing on my blog, that it was a great hobby and I should pursue it, lest I forget how its done. I thought about it and kinda agreed, but emphasized how I had much less to say now.

Then she pointed out how most of the posts on my blog are sad or angry, none of them are happy. I was like well some are funny at least, she said, its not the same as happy! that even the ones about the past girls aren't really happy. So I said well they're as good as the times I had with them.
So she said, " Are you sad, cuz that blog reflects that! You should write about the happy times you've had too not just the sad ones!" I told her how this blog wasn't a reflection of my personality but just a place I chose to vent in. "I mean even the name, - unspoken verses", that's what it says.
"Well jackass, I've been hinting at you to do a post on me" And that's when it struck me, maybe she wanted me to do a post on her.
So I figure, for starters, I could compile some of the cooler conversations  that we've had from memory.

Her: You know my skin care regime?...
I don't have one. Cuz i'm blessed bitchessssss

- [psycho moments - on the phone]
her: what if you leave me and go hook up with some other girl?
me: I won't.
her: what if you do?
me: I won't na!
her: but what if?
me: what if *you* do?
her: I asked first. you have to answer me first!
me:  okay, fine, well, i'm sure you'll find someone better.
her: THAT MEANS YOU'RE ALREADY PLANNING TO LEAVE ME?
*click*

[psycho moments 2 - on the phone]
her: okay, don't..
me: what? You know i think you're gorgeous.
her: please, stop.
me: what, you know i think you're pretty..
her: really?
me: of course!
her: please, you made comments that day!
me: I didn't make comments on you, I just didn't like those shorts, they were weird.
her: So you DO ADMIT you DIDN'T LIKE MY CLOTHES!me:  [thinking, Abhimanyu in the chakra]: I don't know how to get out of these loops babe.
her: ahahaha, you have it bad don't you?

[my psycho moments]
me: YOU DIDN'T SAY I LOVE YOU BACK!
her: quit being a girl!

her: you didn't say I love you back!
me: Sorry baby!
Old Post from way back!
Anyway, so we broke up a couple of days ago, cuz we drive each other nuts.
We're helping each other get over each other now, cuz we're just that good friends it seems.

Lol, I have no clue what this is.

Comments

Red Handed said…
welcome back boss!
This chick is cute!
Blessed be!
Sam said…
Thanks for the welcome Red. And thanks for reading. :P
Espèra said…
Welcome baaaaaaaack! Hope you write more.

Also, from experience, I'm not sure you can stay friends after a break up, with a person you were very very good friends with before.

But good luck. :D
Sam said…
you're probably right.

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