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Saturday, June 21, 2003 | link to this post

After the storm...

So after everything that happened, I really didn't know where to continue my life.
I had left almost everything behind for her, and now I found myself lost.
I tried to remember where I was before I met her, and I couldn't.
But sometimes life can surprise you. And, of course, this time it did.
I had submitted a short story for a creative writing/literature class some time ago. My teacher is some sort of poet and literary critic.
And yesterday, he returned my story, and on the cover, it said:

"Life can be surprising. A world so sad, so pure, breathing through these pages. The words you use, the signs you choose; everything makes sense. This is the best I've read in years. Life can sure be surprising."

Posted by The Frozen Guy | 12:19 PM

Tuesday, June 17, 2003 | link to this post

Time and time again

So, finally convincing myself that it was better to just find out the truth, I called her.
Beach Girl: I thought you had left me again...
Me: I'm not sure. There's something I need to know. When you left your phone on the table, someone called, asking for his girlfriend.
Beach Girl: Well, it must have been a mistake.
Me: That's what I thought, but you had the number stored in your phone.
Beach Girl: I...Do you trust me?
Me: To be honest, I'm not really sure right now.
Beach Girl: You have to trust me. That's an ex-boyfriend, he's always been jealous. You have to believe me, do you?
Me: Is he an ex? Please say yes.
Beach Girl: Well...he's not exactly an ex, I mean, I meant to end that but I...it's just that you came so quickly back into my life...I didn't want to have to choose...
Me: Well, I guess you just did.
Beach Girl: No! Please, I choose you, I love you, please.

I had assumed that after all these times, my heart would already be used to this sort of thing.
But I couldn't help feeling that it was breaking into a million pieces once again, when I hanged up the phone.

Posted by The Frozen Guy | 11:12 PM