“If you don’t get drunk on my kiss
If you think you can do better than this
Then I guess we’re done
Let’s not drag this on
Consider me gone.
Consider me a memory.
Consider me the past.
Consider me a smile in an old photograph
Someone who used to make you laugh.”

— Reba McEntire, “Consider me Gone”

If that boy didn’t have an awesome head of hair, look 10 years younger than he really is and drive a hot sports car, I would NEVER have put up with his shit as long as I did.

It’s really fucked-up when two people actually do love (er, strongly like) each other … AT THE SAME TIME, for a change … and can’t get it to work.

I stopped holding on a long time ago. But I do muse that if he were losing his hair, looked his age and drove a boring car, I wouldn’t have looked twice, let alone hung on for that 1% chance that something would trigger correctly in his brain and make him continue to ACT on all those feelings toward me.

At least I can say I got a hot guy for a while. 😀 And judging by what came before me, he TOTALLY upgraded. Like I saw on FB recently, “Every bitch before me was a mistake and every bitch after me is a downgrade!”

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