last night, three boys (three very good friends) came over to my house. i found it funny that my boyfriend told my best girlfriend that he wished he'd known "i was having a party".
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you still like him, he tells me. yes, i know he's right. yes, i know that makes me a bad person, a bad girlfriend in the least. he still likes you, too, it's obvious. & i know it's worse that what he said makes me smile.
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we hug each other so many times, the only way we can get close (besides leaning on each other on the couch). friends look suspiciously, tell me i wouldn't want my boyfriend hugging another girl that way.
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"he's having the same problem as you! he's being CLINGY! *gasp*" & for some reason i find it hard to believe. especially in situations where i call him, & for the first half hour have to talk to his friends instead. are we running out of things to say already?
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let me know you.
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in the words of incubus, perhaps this is how i should be feeling: in spite of this we're doing just fine, even diamonds start as coal...