posted 2003/03/01 at 19:44
Hey, you. You, the one I haven't e-mailed since November. Yeah, you.
This silence isn't getting us anywhere. I'm trying to tie up too many loose ends in my life right now, and it's too much for me to be dealing with all of this when you keep popping up in my mind. I told you I fucked up. I told you how much you hurt me. You told me I should believe what I want to believe. Tell me what to believe.
Let's cut the bullshit. No more pseudonyms, no more lies, no more hiding of emotions. I hate hating you like this, and if that person you let me glimpse at was the real you, I'm guessing you hate this as well. I thought there was no fixing this situation, and I've been living in that mindset for nearly six months now. I can go on the rest of my life thinking that way if I have to. But right now all I want to do, if you're willing, is to try to patch things up.
If you don't want to give it a shot, then just forget everything, forget me. I'm not about to force you into anything you're uncomfortable with. You do what you want to do. I'll be waiting.
-- Sean
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