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#552574 added November 30, 2007 at 6:44pm
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When You're Gone
* May. 25th, 2007 at 1:03 PM

The kilted angel of my life is gone.

All that is left is a stubborn military devil who's to blind to see what's in front of him
Either that or he simply does not care what's there. What's there is me.
Thankfully, I've reached a mental breakthrough.
I'm slowly getting over my feelings. Feelings which were for him.

He's leaving for six months.
A week ago, that idea would have killed me on the inside until I found out another girl has walked into his life. They've been seeing each other "on and off" for the past month, a quote which I must've heard at least ten times at Riverfest, along with "she's at the Bohemian with her Lesbian friend."
These were his answers whenever his friends asked if him and I were together. What was I?
Just someone he happened to work with at McDonald's. Fine, true enough.

If I was to give any advice to any readers of this blog, it would be one piece.
Never believe the promises of a man containing an Irish drive. They never remember.
I was promised a lovely night of a Casino Royale theme filled with dresses, great cuisine and lots of dancing. Tonight was that night, and where am I?

I'm sitting here writing about what was supposed to be. Unfortunately, someone forgot their promise. So I dine tonight alone, likely with a bowl of Kraft Dinner if I don't attend a family bbq. An event which happens every weekend, or in the case of long holidays, three times a weekend.

I'm normally happy because I smile, but how much can I fake.

Oh, and to top it all off, I happened to be driving through Brighton today when who should walk past my in-motion car. Him. He must think I'm a stalker now.
I know this all sounds so negative but I will say this.
When he returns home, if he realizes he wants to be more than McDonald's friends, pending I'm still available at least, I'll do it.
But I'll be damned if I'm going to sit around for six months waiting for him.

Regardless of what he thinks, I do have a life, even if I don't get "s***faced" every weekend.

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