So, this old friend Travis and I facebooked. And facebook turned into chatting, which turned into texting, and now we're meeting up for coffee. It makes me really happy that he wants to get in contact again, that I'm important to him.
It also kind of hurts, when I compare it to Pj, who couldn't care less. Like, what the hell? I thought I was important to him. Obviously, you don't have to let the chips fall where they may - you can pick them up, you can rearrange them. We don't have to call it quits, we don't have to give up when it's hard. But I can't do this on my own...
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