You've seen this episode before

My life right now is in reruns. I've started seeing The Boy again. What can I say? I'm a glutton for punishment.

He is the second guy in the last post, a guy I would bend over backwards for on a bed of nails. We went out last night and he admitted that he made a mistake in letting me go. He says he's in a better place now and is getting his life together. He says he misses me.

Words, words, words.

I know how things are going to turn out; in about a month his calls will start getting few and far between then they'll stop altogether. When we run into each other at places where we both frequent, it'll be awkward but friendly. I'll smile through the overwhelming disappointment.

So why am I doing it? Because for the next month we'll hold hands while walking down the street and every few steps he'll pull me to the side and steal kisses. While lying in bed his arms will be wrapped around me and half asleep he'll start softly singing along with the iPod, not even realizing he's doing it. I'll be able to run my fingers through his hair, look into his amazing eyes, feel his breath on my neck, feel that tingle as his fingertips trace my face. I'll find comfort in his mere presence.

That's why. Those moments are worth the impending sadness. For the next month all those things will fit together like puzzle pieces and we'll be the picture of a cute, happy couple. Then something will come along and tear it apart but it will have been nice while it lasted.


Gah, I sound like such a girl. I swear I'm not going soft.