It was partly the comment about, "its all about you,"; partly the comment about, "you taking some pill?"; these cheap shots got me to thinking that all the elegance I saw between us was an invention of my mind and my heart.
I'm merely a file of pics on some dudes discs. When he thinks about it, he can peruse till he gets to mine and jackoff. Great. That's always what I wanted to be in life. Just great.
I was asked if I'd ever be friends with him. Nope. With him, it was lover or nothing. Nothing it is. At least I had something to imagine. Back to reality. I learned that the cheap is costly.
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