She Always Says That

She Always Says That

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"I honestly don't understand you!" he shouted at Paisley. "I'm a girl! You're not supposed to understand me!" she shouted back before looking at me, her best friend. "Come on Pey, can we go?" I just nodded and drove off while her on again-off again boyfriend of three years walked back inside his house. We didn't say anything after that. She held my hand as I drove to our spot: Mayer's Bread Shoppe (which sells everything but bread). "I'm done with him." I just nodded to her. She always says that.
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You have no idea how many times I found myself waiting for Riley to come over. But he never did. And I don't know why, but I found myself staring out my window... hoping he'll look out his window and smile at me like he always does... use to anyway. Then again; I missed his lips too. The lips I tasted way too much on Friday. The lips I'm craving to have on me. But they aren't even mine to have. And I feel like my world has slanted and like it's no where near me. Like I have to run an extra mile to make up for every step I should of took; for every step I should be taking. I can't help but wonder why he hasn't come by and apologize. Is he home? Is he with Marie? Does she know? Should I be scared or something? Is he mad at me? Or himself? I stood up and walked up to my full-length mirror that's attached to my closet door. I looked at my naked body. I passed my right hand over my belly. Flat. I raised my hand over my right breast. But I didn't touch it. Sigh. I turned to my side and looked at thigh and my butt. My butt sticks out a bit more than my thigh. As always. Nothing had changed. Just my feelings. My feelings about everything in my life. Suddenly, I felt anger.

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