I close my eyes and smack my hand to my forehead. What am I doing? But I also realize that since I'd been talking to him, I haven't thought about Matt not responding back.
I write Matt a slightly rude message so that he might understand how I'm feeling about being ignored. I hate these games so much, but I never feel like he gets me.
"Hope you had a good night doing whatever it is you were doing. See you tomorrow. Love you."
I still get no response, so I just get ready for bed and go to sleep.
I still replay the message that he sent me, "Goodnight gorgeous," and I find myself smiling before I fall asleep.
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A Little Variety
RomanceI was bored. No that's a lie. I wasn't bored. I was just me. And I was lonely. And it wasn't supposed to mean anything. It really wasn't. But we found each other when we were both lost. A love story that wasn't meant to happen.
