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Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over
Part of me believing it was always something that I’d done
But I don’t wanna live that way
Reading into every word you say
You said that you could let it go
And I wouldn’t catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know
Gotye.
I took comfort in breaking my phone. I took comfort in not having your phone number anymore. In not having your brother’s number, or Z’s number. Besides Z calling me drunk occasionally (months ago) I haven’t had any contact with you three. I’ve been trying to forget you three.
But you text me, and I immediately know it’s you. I remembered the double 00’s. The five at the end… I remember the day I got your number. I remember the first time I saw you and the first time we spoke. I hate you for letting me get what I thought I wanted that night. And I hate you for being so mean afterwards. Now I really hate you for being so nice. For wanting to be friends over 7 months later. I hate you for moving away and getting so lonely you would look to me for solace.
And no, I did not get pregnant, so you don’t have to pretend to be nice now.
We’re so snuggly, why leave?
Remember cloves?
I’m sitting in bed remembering you. We may not speak now (or when we do it is only to insult each other…) But I like to remember you.
We were spontaneous. We had fun.
I can’t walk past Bittersweet Place without remembering that first party I went to in Chicago. Thank you for that memory. I will try to forget the bad ones.
Well, I feel better now.