I Can't Place It

in lovers?

There's always many different sides to the same story, and I'm starting to wish I knew your perspective on ours.

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//Phil

I'm still remembering that first argument like it was yesterday, even though there was so many after that. We should have split up then. Saved ourselves the trouble of so much more.

I was so mad at you, Dan. I always put you first. You were my best friend, regardless of if I was yours. But you had an obsession with popularity, and being the talk of the town. I didn't care what people thought of me, only you.

The fact that you thought getting drunk with Angie, and getting your nails done was more important than the relationship we built together, crushed me.

Not all problems can be solved with sex. You thought you could contradict that statement, and believed that if you got in my pants I'd love you again.

But that's not how it works. I never stopped loving you. And I swear that's the only reason I agreed to getting back with you. Not because you let me fuck you, but because I had convinced myself you were the only one for me.

We were the only out gay couple in our highschool. That was a little new to the people around us. I bet you loved that. How we seemed to test everyone's ideas when we walked through the halls holding hands. We weren't scared. We were too 'in love.' Some called us brave.

We reached a year of dating. If I'm to be honest, I don't know how. The summer between the transition in grade levels from sophomore to junior was mostly you with Angie and other friends, or me with my friends Chris and Pj.

When we were actually together we were screwing in my bedroom. Sometimes we'd listen to music, and just sit there on our laptops. You always found a way to complain about something when things were actually good.

I wanted to talk about us, and our interests that we shared, but you wanted to talk about your friends, and yourself. So we tried not to talk much at all.

This was the calmest year of our relationship, but it only was because we never really communicated.

Our lips spent more time together than we did.