11.03.2005
reverie
I hated the way he used to sit on the edge of my couch, pull his pant legs up to his knees, tug his socks up straight around his calves, and put on his shoes every night (morning) when he left. I hated going to a bar with him where my sole purpose was to sit idly by until he was done gambling. I hated that when he sang songs at karaoke, he always looked at the words instead of at me. I hated that he stole my jokes to tell his friends so he could seem smart. I hated that he never took off his shirt. I hated that everyone thought we were a couple, but we weren't. I hate that I still miss him sometimes.
alannablue at 10:20 p.m.