Whoops, Again

Surprise! Another short story titled “I Love You” gets shuffled into my anthology titled “Just Not That Into You, Dude.” I could have let it be. I certainly have enough practice bottling up my emotions, I would have aced the test “Try Not To Fuck Up A Friendship,” but lately my friends drift into new light faster than I can rationalize their shortcomings, and I wonder exactly what I'm doing back on the east coast.

Her written name is as beautiful as she is, almost, but I dare not write it, partly for her anonymity, partly for my sanity. D ... no god damnit don't do it. Da ... no god damnit think of your vulnerable head. Dar ...

Too close for comfort.

If she had only given me some solid reasons after the phrase, “I've been crazy about you for years, too, but ...”

I'll try not to waste more of your time, I've had enough mental masturbation for one piece of writing already. Moral of the story: let it out, cause if you don't, you'll go nuts, slowly and painfully.