I loved my bf. We had so much in common, you know those weird things that no one likes and understands as much you? 4 us it was dark novels, philosophy, art, David Lynch movies, the underbelly of history, food, and unheard of bands. I loved him, but I always felt like I was giving more to the realtionship than he was. He would never call to tell me something I didn't want to hear, like "I can't make it tonight"- he avoided conflict. To aviod conflict, he didn't commincate. Sometimes, he just didn't call. I was tired of being in love and always feeling left out. I'm the one who broke it up, but it was a matter of time unitl he did. We're still freinds. We have a great chemistry.
He's lives with his parents and isn't out to them. I believe that he comes from a dysfuctional home with strong catholic roots. I can understand that part him isn't mature enough to handle more than casual dating. I make exuses for him when he needs to grow some balls. But why do I still want him back?
2006-07-21
15:30:06
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