Tuesday, January 5, 2016

writing prompts

He said it was drunk write your exes day, and other than the drunk part I agreed.

Today he replied and though admittedly he didn't intend it that way which is never mind. That was always a problem I was trying to solve, fantasy versus reality. Who we are in those spaces, in those messages we may decide to keep secret. Is there such a thing anymore?

All I'm saying is he was my Jerry Rice. That boy could run, and I don't blame him. I obviously had some things to work out and yes, I would still like to ask him an infinite amount of questions but I know I probably shouldn't because the first thing I thought to write was,

Promise me we'll never meet but tell me everything.

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