It was on Thursday, but I've been busy coaching my baseball team through three tough losses, which is why I hadn't mentioned it. That, and I don't think I knew how to blog it. I probably still don't.
She said a lot of things. Generic, cliché things, like, "I need some space" and "I don't want a 'long-term thing.'" (Oh. That kind of sounded bitter and sarcastic. Sorry. Really. No hard feelings?)
I didn't react very well; I really wasn't prepared for it; I started saying things that I didn't mean and that were actually kind of harsh. She, of course, understood and forgave me.
So, there was All That, plus I'm leaving for college in a month and she's staying here. She thinks it wouldn't work.
It sucks a lot, too, because she's probably right, and I really wish she wasn't.
I probably oughtn't've written all this, as it's kind of personal and fervent (the kind of things I usually avoid writing about on here), and I know she's read my website in the past (*heh*), but I think, maybe, it's making me feel better. That's what I'm supposed to want right now, right?
Peace.
-Todd
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