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First Encounter - Lymphoblastic!au

(A/N) First fic for my lymphoblastic!au! Enjoy! This is really just setting up for the rest of the fic, so it's not the most interesting thing ever. It sets up the dynamic though!

"So here's my digs right now," Ava chuckled, showing the FaceTime camera the full span of the room, "This is my first time in the new Oncology ward, the room is nice, the view is shit, and everything..." She pointed and zoomed in at the door handle, then at an unstable chair, "Is suicide proof."

Connor laughed, "Well, you can't say it's for no reason!"

Ava's brief stint in the psych ward at Gaffney Chicago Medical Center was proof of that.

"Well, yeah, it's nice that they thought of that," She rolled her eyes, and sat back down on her bed, "The new mattresses are comfy."

"They're some fancy memory foam or something," Connor shrugged, sipping his coffee, "They splashed out on them. I guess a chief complaint of Oncology patients is lack of sleep."

"Maybe that would improve if they didn't shine flashlights in our faces all the time. I would like to die in peace."

There was an uncomfortable silence.

"It's a joke, Connor," She said, weakly, "Laugh."

Connor gave a forced laugh, and Ava started to laugh herself. Connor's laugh grew harder, and more real.

"Hey, I've gotta get to work," Connor said, through his laughter, "I'll pop up and say hello when I get the chance."

Ava glanced out the window, "Alright," She said after awhile, "I'll see you then."

They hung up soon after, and Ava was alone with her thoughts, and her seemingly endless headache. She pulled off her wig, something she hadn't had the chance to do since she got to the hospital. She peeled each piece of wig tape off, wincing as it pulled at her skin. She never bothered wearing a wig in the hospital, even as a young teenager.

She collapsed into bed, pulling her weighted blanket over her and sighing.

Any time she was admitted she always brought her own blankets and pillows. They helped her feel at home. And every admission brought a significant risk of death, and if she was dying, she was going to die under the comfort of her own blankets.

Call it childish, but she brought her own stuffed animal too. A bear her mom bought her when she was first diagnosed.

She hugged the bear close to her chest, and curled around it. Her head pounded, and she felt a pang of... Something, an emotion, deep in her chest.

There was a knock on her door, and it was opened seconds later. Ava never understood why doctors knocked if they were just going to open the door anyways.

"Hey, you're going to have a roommate in the next few hours," A nurse that Ava recognized from a few admissions ago, spoke, "Please, please be nice. I obviously can't tell you anything, but just keep in mind what your first admission was like for you."

That stuck with Ava.

"Mama," Ava's voice shook. She widened the bathroom door, letting light spill into the room. Her now-bloody hospital gown hung off of her, and the light jolted her mom awake.

"Avie? What happened?"

"I don't know," Her voice heightened in fear, holding the blood-soaked tissue to her nose, "Can you call the doctor please."

Ava's mom put her glasses on and looked around, "Moeder van God, what happened to you?"

"My nose," Ava sniffled, spitting out blood from her mouth. There was blood everywhere - Her gown, her hands, her face, the floor, her bed...

"We need a doctor!" Ava's mom called out, pushing the call button on the wall and rushing to her daughter, "Quickly!"

A nurse came in a few minutes later, "Page Dr. Sal," The nurse yelled out into the hall and flicked the overhead light on, "It's okay sweetie, we're going to get you cleaned up."

Ava was sobbing at this point, shaking at the sight of her own blood, "Why isn't it stopping?"

Sarah was wheeled into the room at around lunch time, at the same time that the meal cart came around. The meal cart nurse set Ava's lunch down on her bed tray, and set Sarah's lunch on her side table.

Sarah looked pale, and thin. She had a big, ugly bruise on one of her arms, and a second smaller bruise on her opposite hand. They had her IV line on the thumb-side of her forearm, and a saline infusion running into it.

"Ava, your chemotherapy will be set up in..." The nurse bringing Sarah glanced at the clock, "Half an hour? Probably as soon as you're done eating. I'll come back in just a minute to give you your pre-medication, and then we'll start once those meds kick in."

Ava nodded, opening her food. Ah, breakfast for lunch. Two mildly soggy pieces of french toast with strawberries, a little cup of syrup, a cup of apple juice with a foil lid creatively labeled "Apple Juice", and about half a cup of scrambled eggs.

One thing she'll reluctantly compliment Gaffney on is the food. Reluctantly. Very reluctantly. For the most part this hospital frustrated her to no end and if she never came here again she would be thrilled, but the food was not terrible. Which was a glowing review, as far as Ava was concerned.

Ava snapped a picture and sent it to Connor's Snapchat. A tradition, to send him her hospital meals before eating and then send him a rating when she finished.

"Is the food here okay?"

Ava looked up at Sarah, who was now inspecting her food.

"Ah, it's not terrible, but hospital food is never great."

"I wouldn't know," She laughed weakly, "I've never even been to a hospital before," She confessed.

"Lucky you," Ava announced, "The french toast is easily the best out of all of the meals. I think I've tried almost all of them," She paused for a moment, poking her straw through the foil lid of her apple juice, "I've also tried the nearby restaurants that deliver here. Some of them throw in free delivery if you tell them you're in the oncology ward. Cancer kid perks," She joked, and Sarah sat in uncomfortable silence.

They ate quietly.

The nurse showed back up a few minutes later with several syringes in hand, "Ready Ava?"

Ava nodded, and fished her brand-new triple-lumen PICC line (the doctors really hooked her up with the good line) out of her blankets, "Ready as I'll ever be."

The nurse pushed Benadryl first, which made Ava's head feel heavy. She always felt like she had to consciously remember to breathe when she had IV Benadryl - It hit so much harder than oral Benadryl.

Zofran came next. She felt tired, but she really wouldn't be able to gauge the effects until her infusion started.

"We'll run the antibiotics through the port so they hit the bacteria directly, and we'll run your chemo and anything other than the antibiotics through your PICC," The nurse explained, "We want to eradicate this bug but we're concerned about the mass in your brain... We don't want to stop chemo and give it a chance to grow bigger."

Ava nodded, watching the nurse finish off her line, "When will my infusion start?"

The nurse looked at the clock, "Probably about one o' clock, about half an hour from now."

Ava nodded, and continued to eat after the nurse finished using her line.

She finished right before the nurse came back in to start her infusion, a clear bag with a bright yellow label, "CHEMOTHERAPY DRUGS", with a radioactivity symbol. Out of the corner of her eye, Ava saw Sarah pale at the scary label.

"Have fun," The nurse joked, and Ava rolled her eyes.

"Thanks, I'll try."

Sarah watched the medicine flow into Ava's line, and almost felt an urge to cry.

"Would you stop gawking at me?" Ava snapped.

"Sorry, sorry," Sarah squeaked, moving her eyes back to her phone.

"What's your diagnosis?" Ava pried, curious as ever.

"Leukemia."

Ava sighed, annoyed at the lack of specificity, "What kind?"

"I don't know, does it matter?"

Ava huffed, "Of course it matters. They're different."

"What are all the types? Maybe I'd recognize it when I hear it?"

"I can't list every single type of Leukemia," Ava rolled her eyes, "Is it acute or chronic?"

"What's the difference?"

"Nevermind," Ava muttered.

"I'm sorry that I'm not a doctor," Sarah replied, sarcastically, "I mean, what do you want me to do? I was diagnosed yesterday. I spent the night in the emergency room. Do you want me to become a doctor while I'm laying in a pool of my own blood?"

Ava felt a pang of guilt.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Bekker, your daughter has Acute Myeloid Leukemia, a type of blood cancer."

"Sorry I just..." Ava's voice grew small, "I didn't know."

"Yeah, whatever. It's fine. I'm going to take a nap."

"Okay."

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Women Dating Over 50

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They have a solid friend group. A single woman in her 50s is only alone if she personally chooses to be. Typically, she’ll busy her schedule with activities she enjoys. And she’s likely made a few lifelong friends as well. She’s probably in a book club, or goes out to eat with buddies at least once a week to chat and spend time together. She’s not afraid of being social, and might introduce you to a few good people if you get to know her.

They have realistic views on marriage. Nobody goes into a marriage thinking they’ll get divorced. Their love is the type that’ll last forever—until it doesn’t. If this woman in her 50s is divorced, she knows that Prince Charming isn’t necessarily going to knock on her door and save her from life’s biggest responsibilities. She believes in forming true connections with people, but isn’t necessarily in a rush to replace her husband. In fact, it’s possible she’s not even into the idea of marriage anymore. Some people get married since it’s what they’re expected to do—maybe she figured out that’s not for her and is looking to play the field.

They know what’s actually important on a daily basis. As women get older, they realize time is limited. So, they focus on the details that matter. A woman in her 20s might be absolutely embarrassed to leave the house without makeup. A woman in her 50s, however, has less to prove. She’s over putting all of her focus on appearance and would rather be on time for her doctor’s appointment than waste minutes looking for spare mascara. She doesn’t feel as if the world’s judging her if she accidentally forgot to swap our her flats for heels, and isn’t afraid to value comfort over high fashion.

Their idea of close family often includes friends, neighbors, and pets. If they haven’t built a family of their own that includes a husband and kids, they’ve built a solid network of friends, supporters, animals, and neighbors. Plus, just because a woman is childless herself doesn’t mean she doesn’t consider her sister’s teens like her own. Her idea of family is a little less traditional, but that means she gets invited to no less than three Thanksgiving dinners every year. And she probably tries to attend all of them—or at least FaceTime every group to wish them a happy holiday.

They’ve seen every trick in the book. Really—if you hang out with a single woman in her 50s and you’re not your genuine self, she’ll be able to figure that out within seconds. Women in general have a wonderful intuition, and if a woman in her 50s has been single for long enough, she’s pretty much seen all types of men and women cross her path. Just be yourself, and it’ll go a long way. Even better, if your history isn’t one you’re not happy with (say, two failed marriages) she’ll be more receptive and understanding if you’re open about it.

They understand how to balance everything in life. There’s a reason why you don’t often see 50-year-old women hanging out in their parent’s basement. Like the rest of us, they’ve grown up and learned how to support themselves. Whether or not they’re single by choice, widowed, or divorced, they take care of the bills by themselves. And that means they’ve got the drive to get promoted to that better title, and aren’t afraid to put the extra time in over the weekend to finish that big report. Single women over 50 find a way to balance all of life’s responsibilities, and they still have time left over to pursue their own hobbies.

They might be a little stubborn. Wouldn’t you be? When you depend on yourself, you have certain ways you like to do things. A woman in her 50s will probably be open to fun dating activities and unique ways to connect, but they might not like your brand new way of cooking ham on Christmas, or other methods of cleaning, organization, and general living. It’s a comfort issue. Humans like to have rituals, and those become a lot harder to change as we get older.

They’re more attracted to your heart than your looks. As we all age, things… happen. It doesn’t mean that humans stop being attractive as the years go by, but bodies naturally change with time. You can’t expect to look 20 when you’re 50. A single woman in her 50s and beyond is well aware of this, and doesn’t expect you to have rock hard abs either. The things they’re attracted to are the kind things you’ve done, and the amazing skills you possess. Pretty much, they’re into what you’re actually like, and not the fact that you have a gym membership.

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If you’re a man who is over 50 and attempting to date women, you might not realize the distinct advantages that you possess over younger guys.

A man of your age has had a lot of life experience and you really should be using that to feel confident in what you’ve got to offer women. Unlike a younger man who is still trying to work out who he is and what he should be doing with his life, you’ve likely past those stages and have become your true self as a man.

So, from here, you need to have confidence in the overall value that a woman will gain (emotionally, mentally, financially, etc) by being with man like you. However, don’t try to pitch it that way to women.

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Women don’t like it when a man tries to sell himself to her by listing off all of his great or beneficial qualities. Instead, what you need to do is trigger her feelings of sexual attraction for you.

When you’ve triggered a woman’s feelings of sexual attraction, she then starts to look at everything else about you in a more positive light. Here’s how it works…

As you will discover from the video above, it’s possible for you to attract women who are a lot younger than you.

Most women (not all) are open to feeling attracted to different types of guys and if you can make a woman feel what she’s hoping to feel with a guy, she will be much more open to dating and getting into a relationship with a man of your age.

Getting Past Your Age

I think it’s fair to say that most people still consider dating to be something that “young” people do.

Despite the changes in our society, there still seems to be an unwritten law that once you’re passed a certain age you’re too “old” for dating. Yet, if you’ve reached that certain age and you’re a single man looking for love, the fact is that you’re going to find it in the same way that guys in their 20s and 30s do – and that’s dating.

Dating after 50 is no different to dating at any other age, because the principles of it remain the same.

After all, the whole idea of dating is to get to know the woman you’re attracted to and to figure out whether she is someone that you’re interested in being in a relationship with. However, with that said, the most common mistake that guys over 50 make when trying to woo a woman, is that they forget the all important element of sexual attraction.

Getting Back in to the Dating Scene

It’s understandable that many men in their 50s, who find themselves returning to the dating scene after decades of being in a relationship, start off feeling a bit insecure and unsure of themselves. If this is you, I can help you.

Insecurity and lack of confidence in your attractiveness and value to women at any age is a barrier to success with women, but the good news is that any man can overcome that at any stage in their life and irrespective of age. All a guy needs is a willingness to learn.

“But, I Don’t Have My Youthful Looks…”

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What such men don’t realise is that I also get comments from guys half their age saying, “How am I going to attract a woman without movie star good looks?

Isn’t it all about being tall, dark and handsome?” I answer everyone in the same way – a man’s looks have very little to do with how attractive he is.

The notion that “attractiveness” is the way you look, the way you style your hair, the clothes you wear or even the car you drive is nonsense, but it’s the nonsense that is shoved in our faces day in and day out through TV, magazine and billboard advertising campaigns.

They want you to think that way because it makes you buy their cars, deodorants, colognes and expensive clothing.

You know the sort of thing I mean – wear a certain brand of deodorant and you’ll be irresistible to women, wear a certain brand of watch and you’ll become a distinguished gentleman in a woman’s eyes, wear a certain designer label and you’ll have soccer star status, etc.

Yet, when you go and buy those things, women still aren’t going to be interested unless you have the confidence and belief in yourself as a man to back it up.

A watch isn’t going to get you laid and a hairstyle isn’t going to make women say, “Wow, now THAT is what I’ve been looking for! The way you’ve styled your hair is perfect! Let’s have sex!”

In the real world (not the TV commercial world), women are attracted to confident men; they don’t buy into the false world of advertising “attractiveness,” so why should you? The sooner you let go of the idea that your not-so-good-looks are holding you back, the sooner you can get on with discovering what women really find attractive in a man.

Focussing on what you don’t have gets you nowhere, but focussing on what you do have gets you moving towards having whatever you want. Women love a man who believes in himself because he decides to believe in himself for deeper reasons.

Having temporary confidence over a new shirt you’ve just bought at a designer shop isn’t going to last very long at all. In fact, if you’re going around basing your confidence on superficial things like that, women will see right through it.

Some will even challenge you on the spot by playing hard to get, making it difficult for you to keep the conversation going and so on, so they can check to see how confident you really are. When they see that it’s just a front, boom – it’s over.

You Deserve to Be Confident After 50

At this point in your life, you’ve no doubt experienced a lot and have done many good or even great things in your life.

You’re also probably not to bad in the bedroom either.

Those and countless other things should be your reason for feeling confident.

Allow yourself to have that confidence, because when you do, women will love you for it. Dating after 50 is easy for guys who believe in themselves and know that their experience with manhood and their ability to “be the man” is like a drug to women of all ages.

If you don’t have a lot of confidence or are lacking in the masculinity department (mental and emotional masculinity), let me help you out. I’ve heard back from 100s of men over 50 who are now sleeping with women in their 20s and 30s, as well as men who’ve found a beautiful new women to share the rest of their life with.

Don’t Believe the Lies from TV Advertising Campaigns

There’s nothing that advertising campaigns like to do more than appeal to a man’s insecurities surrounding his age.

Think about it; they show the “sad” grey-haired man and then the “happy” man with newly dyed youthful-looking hair. He dyes his hair and then he gets the girl. Yet, in the real world, the many women I’ve spoken to about men dying their hair have said the same sorts of things, “It looks silly. You can tell that the guy is insecure and is trying to be something he’s not.”

As I’ve already said in this article, all women love men who believe in themselves for deeper reasons. Being a girl and dying to hair to “look young” is not cool and it’s not attractive. If anything, it actually makes you look like a guy who secretly isn’t into girls, if you catch my drift.

Hopefully you’re one of the smarter men who isn’t being tricked into thinking that women want you to look radiant and youthful. Hopefully you realize that men actually become more attractive to women as they age, as long as (and I repeat, as long as) the guy retains and builds on his confidence, continues to push forward in life and beyond what he has already achieved.

If you’re wanting to get a date after 50, but you’re lacking confidence and going nowhere in life, don’t expect women of any age to be lining up to be with you.

Most women, whether they’re 25 or 55, are instinctively attracted to the same characteristics in a man. Silicon nerd reddit. What women really want is to be with a man who knows how to make them feel like a woman and who is able to consistently “be the man” around her and in life, and that’s it.

Yes, some women are picky about looks, but many women are more flexible with what they will find attractive in a guy than most men realize.

So get over that imaginary hurdle and stop thinking that a wrinkle cream or hair die will get you a hot lady. Stop thinking that all you need to do is spend all of your money on a sports car and THEN you’ll get the girl. Just believe in yourself, be a man and make women feel like women.

As you will discover from the video above, the real reason why a lot of good men fail with women is that they simply don’t know how to attract women.

When you interact with a woman, she is only going to look at you as a potential lover, boyfriend or husband if you can make her feel sexually attracted to you.

The more sexual attraction you are able to make women feel by way of your personality, confidence, vibe, body language, behavior and attitude, the more options you will have with women. It’s as simple as that.

“But, I’ve Got Baggage…”

Of course you do; you’re 50!

It’s no surprise that a man in his 50s might be carrying a little more “baggage” with him than a man in his 20s. It’s totally normal, expected and nothing to worry about at all.

For instance: Maybe he’s got kids, maybe he’s got six dogs, three cats and a goldfish, but is any of that an issue? It will be an issue only if he chooses to see it in a negative way.

Sure, you might have different sets of responsibilities by the time you reach your 50s compared to a guy in his 20s, but you don’t need to consider it “baggage,” it’s simply part of who you are.

There’s nothing wrong with you having a past with other women, or having a dog that you love or having your children come and stay with you on weekends. Women are attracted to men who know who they are; men who have established their own set of values in life and men who have the strength of character to stand by those values and always be true to themselves.

Knowing who you are and knowing what you want from life makes you an attractive man at any age. To get over this particular hurdle regarding dating after 50, all that you need to do is realise that most women (not all) are interested in “who” you are, not “what” you are.

“But, I’m Set in My Ways…”

If you want help and advice about dating after 50 because you’ve realized that the world has changed since you were last on the dating scene, you need to be prepared to learn from current experts in the field.

Trying to use advice that was applicable 40 years ago is only going to cause you trouble because, believe me, things really have changed. To master the modern dating scene, you need to be open to learning and that means being open to change. If you’re too set in your ways and you’re not open to change, things are going to stay exactly as they are.

Don’t make the mistake of getting locked into thoughts of, “Well I am what I am, so it’s too late to change anything now.” Success with women is all about taking steps to become the best version of yourself it’s possible to be, so you can attract a quality woman and keep that woman (if you want to!).

Don’t settle for second best or worse – nothing at all. You deserve to be happy and have a beautiful woman to share your life with, or if you prefer, many beautiful women to share your bed with.

If you’re dating after 50 and are looking for advice, then let me help you. I’ll show you the way to quickly having your choice of beautiful women…and you don’t need to change a thing about your physical appearance to make that happen.

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Simon Vs Fan Fic: Chapter 3 - Weeds

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I can’t stop thinking of our night together.

It was the most perfect thing. We both woke a few hours later, hungry. Mom, Dad, and Nora had returned while we were asleep and already ate. Nora talked to Bram briefly before going to her room and shutting her door. Mom (and Dad) decided to scrapbook in their bedroom, much to the laments of Dad. He knew, though, Mom was being nice and giving Bram and me full reign of the living room. We ordered pizza and watched bad movies on Netflix. We were both still awake when Alice came home around 2:00 AM, sloshing her words around.

“Aww,” she started in a drunk accent. “You two are so adorable. How was – hic – your night?”

Bram pulled me in closer with a hug. “The best. I’m going to miss your brother.”

I beamed, and it made Alice roll her eyes much like Dad. “Ugh, I take back my compliment.”

Alice didn’t return after she hobbled upstairs. When we walked back to my room, I saw her light was on under the door. In all her glory, Alice passed out, fully clothed (thank god), on her bed. Bram smiled and helped me tuck her in and we returned to our bed to sleep.

I couldn’t fall asleep right away, my mind was racing. Bram curled up next to me and slept as well as he looked. I stared and played with his hair. He liked when I deeply rubbed his head with my fingertips and often asked me to help him fall asleep. A soft, happy purr came from him as he shifted on my chest.

Seeing him gave me all the energy I need in life. It gives me the energy and confidence to speak with his parents. I know I’ll still be worried, but I want to know that his parents approve to him when I get down on one knee. Then I can see the glisten in his eye that makes me melt.

The next day was not sad as it could have been. Bram kissed me before he left to finish the two things he needed to pack and was back at my house two hours later, all ready to head back up to school in Baltimore. He was driving to his Dad’s new place in Charleston and then flying to Baltimore. Tickets are cheaper and he’ll see his Dad once more before the year begins.

“Nick texted me,” Bram laughed. He showed me the phone.

Did you end up doing it?? Maaaan, I can’t wait to see you. Summer has been too long, I miss ya!

Bram’s Nick had turned out to be a great ally. As soon as him and Bram were good friends, he called me saying that I had nothing to worry about, he would make sure to keep an eye out on Bram for me. Many drunk calls from those two and their group of friends proved otherwise, but he kept his promise and always got Bram to their dorm and later apartment.

“You talked about it with him!” I asked, shocked.

“Yeah, I had to, he’s my Garret up there.”

“I know, but talking about it openly. I’m proud of your Greenfeld.” I say, jokingly.

“Coming from the guy who inspired me to come out in the first place. I’ve grown up since high school, Spier.”

We had this habit of calling each other by our last names when we’re getting ready to leave each other for a long time. His million-dollar smile flashed at me and it tugged at my heart, knowing it’s the last I’ll see of it in awhile. “This is the last time we’ll have to do this, Si,” he added, knowing where my mind went. “After this, it’s us.”

“The last time, that makes it easier,” I say, kind of lying, but also loving how considerate he is.

“Yeah, we got this,” Bram said, smiling with squinted eyes and shaking his head.

I grab Bram’s hand and he squeezes it back. Then he pulls me to him and we share a great kiss. His tender lips still so soft as he takes a small nibble on my bottom lip.

“I’m glad we did that last night,” I start.

“Me too,” Bram replied, warmingly, drinking me in with eyes. “Sorry I’m staring.”

“Never be sorry and always be staring.” I smile. “I love you so much.”

“I love you more,” Bram started. “And I hate that I have to go.”

When Bram began to get emotional in public, I knew it meant a lot to him. I hugged him deeply and rubbed the small of his back.

“I promise you,” I started, gaining courage and hope and love, “that this will be year to remember. Let’s bust through it and I guarantee you’ll have something great when it’s over.”

“My degree?” Bram joked, laughing at himself. He’s so cute when he does that.

“Exactly, plus, us, the unit,” I exclaim, making him smile wider.

“I love you, have I told you that?” Bram mentioned.

“You’ve let it slip a few times,” I say right before I kiss him. “I love you, too.”

Then he was in his car, headed into the sunrise. No tears this time. Knowing what I want from the future has somehow strengthened me.

Bzzz.

Text from Bram’s Nick?

Hey dude, Bram told me he was leavin’ today, I know it must suck, but this is the last year I’ll have to babysit Brammy. Hope you come up soon again, final hurrah as college students!!

I can see why Bram likes him. Very supportive and good friend…be at the proposal kind of friend?

Thanks, means a lot. Yes! Once I start I’ll know what kind of schedule I have and we can plan. Bram said he has a killer schedule this year :(

. .. …

Yeah, man, he showed me. Bummer. BUT you know I’ll convince him to make time for you, I’ll wingman you up.

I chuckled at his enthusiasm.

When I come into town next, you and I will need to talk.

. .. … Sounds ominous :o But I can dig it. Can you tell me if it’s good or bad news?

Good news, definitely good news.

. .. … Good! Whew! Okay, keep your chin up, Spier. You’ll see Brammy again before you know it.

I put my phone away and saw my family watching from the house who then mysteriously found themselves busy as I walked back up to the house. Mom had breakfast ready at the table and her, Nora, and Alice were discussing proposal options. Dad was reading the paper with a steaming cup of coffee at the kitchen counter.

“Please don’t do anything lame like a flash mob. I mean, bring people if you want, but don’t do some tacky dance,” Nora offered.

“Like the Forever wedding dance thing?”

“Exactly.”

“Never in a million years, He’d hate that.” I replied.

“The first question is who will you want there? Who’s making the cut?” Mom asked, knowing she’d be there, confident-like.

That was a good question. I wanted the important people in Bram’s life, but outside of Leah, Nick, Abby, my family, his family and Garrett, who would Bram want there? Maybe his Nick too?

“I’m not sure yet, definitely Bram and I.” I joked. Nora ate a smile as mom glared at me. “I’m not sure yet, it’s only been a week since I knew I was doing this.

“Bram used to be quite quiet,” Dad started, “But the more he comfortable he gets, the more talkative he becomes. Seems to me he might like a nice dinner and a fun proposal. I dunno, that’s what I’d do if I were proposing to Bram.”

Ugh, an image I could have gone without.

“You know who you need to ask, Leah and Nick,” Alice suggested as she typed away on her phone.

“About Leah and Nick, I haven’t told them yet.”

Nora and Alice lifted their eyebrow.

“What? I wanted to tell Mom and Dad first, then I wanted to ask Bram’s Parents for permission, then Leah and Nick. And Abby.”

That was the plan at least. But maybe Alice was right and I should tell them so they can help me. No one would be better to help me out with this than Leah, but she was already up at Yale because she was going to be a TA this year for the Sociology 101 and 102 classes. She worked there the entire summer and we all only saw her a few times. We went over on data so many times, Dad put our family on the unlimited plan. Oops.

That said, she’s the one friend I know would drop everything to help me. She did it when she could all through middle and high school, what could be different now?

“Ugh, you’re right. Maybe I should tell her.”

“Get ideas before Mom tries to take over!” Alice yells.

Bzzz

Bram Getting gas at the same old station where the attendant looks like you. Not a good trip to see him. <3

Will my heart flutter for the rest of our lives when he talks to me?

I could put glasses on a stick and you would see me in it.

. .. … True! Come to think of it, I think of you every time I see Mr. Peanut. ;)

Not fair! He has a monocle.

. .. … And a top hat like you wore in Sweeny Todd. Boom. I win!

My junior year I beat out Patrick Petersen to play Antony in Sweeny Todd. He ate sour grapes and I drank liquid grapes to celebrate (Wine. I drank wine, not grape juice. To be clear). I called Bram immediately and said all the right things a boyfriend says. He made sure to come opening night with Leah, Nick, and Abby and he also brought a family size pack of Oreos for me to discover in my dressing room.

Awww, now I have to get a bag of peanuts at this gas station.

I love you

I love you too. Getting back on the road, I’ll text ya later.

Even in texts, he’s so grammatically correct. I excuse myself from breakfast and head to my room to FaceTime Leah.

“Si, to what do I owe the pleasure?”

Leah is the greatest. Always has been, always was.

“Hey Leah, how’s the TA training?”

“Oh, you know, love to prep syllabi for a class most freshman will take only cause they have to.” Classic Leah. “Teachers are great, they’ll write me a good letter of recommendation if needed. Plus they’re weirdly sucking up to me cause of my BuzzFeed job. It’s a weird dichotomy.”

“I made sure to pay attention in my Intro to Sociology class, promise.” I joke with her.

“So you’re coming up, like, tomorrow? What can’t wait? It’s about Bram isn’t it?”

Not everything I talk about with my friends is just Bram, but when we talk, Bram always seems to come up, but can you blame me?

“It is, actually, but not any of the normal things.”

Leah’s eyes bugged out.

“So you mean you’re not calling to tell me how sad you are that he left today?”

I started to reply but,

“And yes, I know he left today. You didn’t answer any of my texts last night, I can only imagine what you two were – and now I’m going to puke.”

“Sorry about that, I need to get better, you’re right.” I put my hand on the back of my neck.

“Okay, then what’s up?

“I have been thinking lately and I’ve decided to propose to Bram.”

Leah goes quiet as a closed mouth smile grows across her face as he hands planted on her cheeks.

“Simon, that is so fucking wonderful I could cry!”

“Please don’t, one of us has to always be stable! You can’t count on me to do that.”

“Simon, Simon, Simon, I just can’t believe it. Yes! YES! AH! Who have you told?”

“Only my family, and now you.” I place my head on my hand.

“Wow!” Leah is waving her hand against her eyes.

“Yes, I wanted to tell you next because I want to get your opinion on how to propose as well.”

Her smile quickly disappeared. “Do you know who’s going to be your Best Person?”

Simon tilted his head and smiled.

“Isn’t that a little far ahead? I need to know he says yes first.”

“Si, come on, you honestly believe he’d say no?”

No. But hey, neither of believed we’d come out or find each other.

“Anything is possible, you taught me that Ms BuzzFeed.”

Heavy Leah eye roll, “Whatever. Look, you have any ideas or are you scraping the bottom of your barrel?”

“Hey, listen, I have a few. I just don’t know if Bram will like any of them.”

“Lay one on me.”

“I was thinking of maybe going back to Creekwood-”

“Ugh, no. Please. I have to be there soon for some weird five-year high school reunion planning meeting.”

“Okay…well, location can be discussed.” I cleared my throat. “I was thinking of making it not private though…like having a couple of people there, family, close friends, maybe. I don’t know, do you think Bram would like that?”

“You guys aren’t in high school anymore and, unfortunately, neither of you are hiding your feeling for one another. I miss when you both were emailing. Kidding, of course, as you kept us all out of the loop for so long.”

“Focus.” I appeal.

“So I think Bram will like what you like Simon. He came to the Farris Wheel and you know how nauseous he gets.”

Nauseated you mean.

“He geeks out when you’re geeking out on sweeping romantic gestures. Simon, he’ll love whatever you decide. I’m here to bounce the terrible ideas from your repertoire, but you’ll have good ideas too. Trust your gut. When are you going to do it in case I end up on your short list of invited people?”

I wasn’t really listening at the moment because I started thinking about how Bram would like to be proposed to and less about how I want to do it. If he did it, he’d probably take me out on a very gorgeous dinner and do a traditional proposal and I would eat it up!

“Si?”

“Sorry, time. I want to do it on the night of our firth anniversary.”

“Ugh, that’s perfect.”

“Yeah?” I said, feeling more confident.

“Yeah. Okay, so I have time if I’m a part of that group, if you do the group. Skipping classes? I think your anniversary will land on the weekend before classes start.”

“I’ll figure that out later. My second semester this year will be light so I can handle missing a few days if needed.”

“Well Si, I’ll try to think of some fun places and ideas and we can talk tomorrow. I gotta get back to stapling ten million packets.”

“Bye, love you, bye.”

I hung up and tossed the phone on the bed. It was still unmade from last night and Bram drifted back into my brain. This proposal needs to sum up five years of love and happiness and the most Bram-Simonesque way possible. Would emailing him as Jacques to propose to the Blue address be romantic? I daydream Leah coming through my phone to slap me for that thought. Time to go back to brainstorming.

I went downstairs and Mom was waiting patiently. I bounced ideas off of the girls and none of them liked the idea of going back to Creekwood either, so that choice was officially off the table (which is a shame because I thought it’d be super romantic).

“I mean, I get it, but it’s too on the nose,” Alice stated and the others agreed. “Think in the same vein, but maybe something more recent. Any significant places since college?”

So many. There were so many places around the country Bram and I met: halfway points, weekend get-aways, pretty much every major city and attraction up the eastern sea board. The problem with all of those places was they were always fleeting. They were never together for more than a day or two before one of them had to return to school. The place that was always constant and longer than a weekend was Shady Creek Summers.

“No…You guys, it has to be here.”

“As in the house?” Mom exclaimed, eyes wide.

“Here in Shady Creek…I’ll have to figure out where, but yes, it has to be here. It’s where we fell in love.”

Mom welled up at the word love and Nora had another smile escape, but she allowed it to. Alice gave me a thumbs up.

“Good thinking, son.” Dad chimed in from the counter. I don’t think he’s moved since I went upstairs. “But now it’s my turn. Come on, Si, let’s go outside, you wearing something comfortable?”

“Yes?” I answered suspiciously.

“Good, good. Come on.” We go out the back door to our long driveway. “Have a seat.”

Dad pointed to the concrete.

“On the ground?”

“Yeah, help me pull up these weeds in the cracks.”

Of course, how did I not see this coming? We pull weeds for a few minutes in silence until he started talking.

“Si, I just. I want you to know that your Mom and I are super proud of you, and we’re so happy and glad you found Bram when you did.”

“Thanks Dad.” I say, pulling at an ornery dandelion.

“I’m glad you figured out to do it here too, Si. I was about to suggest it myself had you not thought of it.” Dad pulled out a big weed and threw it to the side. “You’ve really grown into quite the man, Si. You’ve gone through a lot more than I did when I was your age, yet you’re coming out on top.”

It must be custom for fathers to only be able to talk to their sons without Dad jokes during some sort of manual labor.

“It’s thanks to you, Dad. I had a good guy to look up to.”

“So this proposal,” Dad started. “You sure you want people there?”

“I honestly don’t know,” I reply, staring at small weed I couldn’t reach with my fingers.

“Proposing is a hell of a heart race, let me tell you that. When I proposed to your mom, WOW.”

I stopped picking at the small, untouchable weed.

“Really?”

“Sure Si! It’s a scary experience.”

“Even if you’re almost positive they’ll say yes?”

“ESPECIALLY if you’re almost positive. If you’re not sure, you expect a no, so you can prepare for it. If you’re almost positive, you’re going all in on your emotional ante. And that’s hard to allow yourself to do, especially when you’ve been hurt before.”

Have I been hurt before? I was outed by Martin, but that was Martin, not Bram. When Bram ghosted me, I was hurt, but not because of him, it was because of the situation. And it ended up working out in the end. I just now remembered Dad and I were shooting the shit over some beers last summer and I told him a good portion of when Blue and I started talking. So maybe he’s being a Dad to his son.

“Dad, do you think Bram hurt me when he stopped talking to me?”

Dad had moved his attention back to the weeds after his speech, and he didn’t look at me to respond.

“Si, all I know is that you the best son I could have asked for, and maybe I just felt a little territorial of how someone could have treated you. I just want to let you know that it may be scary because of the possibility of hurt and that’s perfectly normal.”

Super Dad lands his super lessons again. All through the façade of weed picking the driveway.

“I appreciate it Dad, but Bram has done so much more for me that part of our history can burn.”

“Good to know, Si.”

“So you were scared with Mom?”

“SO scared with your Mom.”

We silently continued until I remembered one of the most important things about proposals.

“Oh my god, Dad, how could I forget this part?! Are there any ring place you’d recommend for a low income college student?”

Dad laughed until his mind clicked and became silent for a while. Uh no, I broke Dad.

“Simon, do you trust me?”

“Are you quoting Titanic on purpose?”

“Can it be both? Do you trust me?”

“Of course.”

“You still have your old laptop from high school, right”

“Yeah, I mean, it died but it’s hanging out in my room in the closet I think. And no closet joke!”

Dad bites his lip.

“Okay, that’s all.”

“…that’s all huh?”

“Trust me, son, trust me.”

Dad and I finished a chunk of the driveway before he let us go back into the house. I think he may still feel a little guilty about the jokes in the past, but that can burn as well. Dad was just being Dad, I know it wasn’t malicious at all. To be honest, that would have been a funny joke had I let Dad say it. Probably not, but he would have liked it.

The rest of the day was great. Nora, Alice, and I sibilinged out and talked and talked until dinner when Mom and Dad joined us. We ordered Chinese and watched the most recent season of the Bachelor and argued over it. Nora always sided with Mom, Alice with me, and Dad always a solid sole survivor of opinion.

“It’s about that time, Si,” Mom said after the credits started on our third episode. “You’re all packed for the plane?”

“You know it. That part of Bram has rubbed off on me. I was packed for the plane two nights ago. Do you still recognize me even though I’m planning in advance so much?”

“Not at all/It’s like you’re not even our brother anymore,” Nora and Alice said at the same time.

“I like it,” Dad included.

Nora hugged me goodbye and ran upstairs before anyone saw her cry. Alice hugged me and said she was going to get packed herself for the next leg of her trip. Mom and Dad drove me to the airport for my red-eye to Connecticut. Bram suggested to always take red-eyes to maximize time, traffic is almost non-existent to the airport, and that by the time you land in your destination, a friend can pick you up before they may have class or work. By god, that boy was right. And I’m going to ask him to give me advice like that the rest of my life.

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ineedrelationshipadvice · 7 years

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There’s this girl I like...

Hey :),

I am a 17 year old boy, and I am starting to like a girl that I used to be best friends with when I was like 10. There was a 7 year gap where we went to different schools and there was no communication what-so-ever, but now, as of 3 weeks ago, we text pretty much every day (and we FaceTimed for the first time yesterday for about an hour), I really feel like I am developing a huge crush on her, and she is really all that goes through my mind all day long. I really don’t know how to approach this, or how she feels about the whole situation. About a week ago, I told her exactly this: “[redacted per request].”and she responded the next day with exactly “[redacted per request] ... but I still don’t know you if you know what i mean”. Also, I failed to mention earlier that there have been so many weird coincidences like stuff that we have in common, and weirdly enough, we unknowingly stayed in the same not at all popular hotel when we went to California (not at the same time). I can absolutely see a future with her because I think so much of her, and we essentially grew up together and have so much in common. I have a really hard time interpreting these sorts of things due to my extremely limited experience.

Thank you so much and I hope this isn’t too much of a burden to respond to, and again, it would be great if you could keep my name, email, anonymous and redact or change those direct quotes.

- Jack

Firstly, let’s stamp out these coincidences. It’s easy to read into these coincidences as if fate was trying to put you together. THE GODS ABOVE HAVE DEEMED YOU SPECIAL, and therefore they’re putting all these signs in front of you that you two are destined to be together. Nah fool, that ain’t how it works. In reality, there really are just ridiculous coincidences. Really cool that they happen, and it’s good that you two have a lot of things to share and common. But the reality of the situation is, if you start to assume fate is trying to lure you both together with each other, it’s going to cloud your judgement, and make things more confusing than they need to be. Relationships don’t have to be logical, but they function best when they are logical. So let’s try to keep our heads straight and make sure we’re not getting confused by sideshow attractions.

It is good that you were very blunt about your feelings. This is the first step people mess up usually; by not admitting how they actually feel, people often times end up lost in limbo-land because everyone is hoping the other person kinda just magically figures out that the other person likes them. This is, obviously, extremely inconvenient for all parties involved. So it’s good that you laid out this nice foundation, and put your feelings on the table.

I think the most important part of this communication with her so far is what she said in reply to that message you wrote, the last part in particular. “I still don’t know you, if you know what I mean.”

What does she mean? What’s she’s trying to express is that while she’s flattered by the nice things you have to say, she doesn’t really get you well enough to reciprocate the feelings you’re putting out. Again, it’s good that you’re there. But this is essentially a tacit rejection for your feelings (for now). She’s trying to express upon you that although it’s possible that she might have feelings, there is no way that’s going to happen any time soon.

Which is fair! You two have spent a long time not speaking to each other, and have only recently gotten back into contact. We also may not know her full situation. You didn’t explain it to me, and that may be just because you didn’t write it, or because you don’t actually know. But if you do know a little about her life at the moment, think about some things. Has she ever dated anyone before? Was she, within the last few months, in a relationship that just ended? What was that past relationship like, if it existed. How busy is she with school or family or life stuff? Does she have time for a relationship? Does she even want a relationship?

All of these are important questions, and they’re only questions that she can answer, and questions that you shouldn’t really be approaching her with yet. She needs to kinda decide what her expectations on dating are before she should even begin to consider you. However, if you already happen to know any of this information, being able to answer some of those questions for yourself can help you understand where she’s coming from as a person. She may not be interested in dating right now, or alternatively, she may be very interested in dating right now! We just don’t know until we have a better handle on how things are going in her life, and for now at least, it’s best not to intrude into her personal business unless she’s willing to offer that information up to you directly, of her own accord.

The other thing to note here is just the practicality of this whole affair. You guys only started talking like a month ago. You have had these kinda nice romantic feelings for awhile, like this deep dark crush that’s always been there, and now it seems like something you really want to act on. But from her perspective, it’s entirely possible that she has NEVER had any feelings for you ever. And yeah, they might have been a best friend a long time ago, but both you and her have probably had your lives completely change from where they were beforehand.

So essentially, when she says that “she doesn’t know you,” she’s being honest. She really just doesn’t know anything about you, whether you two actually are a good fit romantically or even friendly at the moment, or anything else about you. Maybe she is secretly an arsonist and can’t be friends with anyone who doesn’t love setting buildings on fire. Maybe she is just kinda shy or needs a lot of trust, so she’s approaching this relationship slowly. The logistics don’t matter for now, because the end statement so far is that she’s not willing to even commit to the idea of considering a relationship until she knows more about who you are right now.

What does that mean for you?

KEEP DOING WHAT YOU’RE DOING. Honestly, things sound like they’re going pretty well for you. You’re talking to her a lot, you’re being very open with her feelings, and she’s also being very open to you! You’re having pretty regular conversations, which means at very least she’s interested in responding to you, which is better than nothing. And facetiming is the next extension of that digital interaction.

The key for you is to remember that although it seems like things are developing well, don’t get swept away. These things may feel intimate to you, but that’s also because you’re deeply invested in things. These interactions may not be even a little intimate to her, and you have to respect that if she doesn’t see intimacy, then that’s the end of the game.

Keep talking, keep facetiming, and if the time seems right, see if you guys can hang out just as friends. See if she’s willing to go to see a movie, or to the concert, or coffee, or something, a place where you two can be friendly and chill together without a worry about romantic interaction. And don’t expect these to be dates unless you explicitly ask her if it can be a date! Just try to spend time with her, especially in person, and let her get to know more about the way you look, act, speak, and exist. All these are important for her making up her mind about whether you’re someone she’d be interested in romantically.

After you spend some time getting to know each other (maybe a month or two), then you can begin broaching her about her feelings again. Ask her on a date perhaps, or just ask her bluntly about her feelings, and if she would ever consider you for romance. Continue being honest about your feelings. Don’t throw it at her constantly. But maybe once a week, or once every two weeks, just remind her that she’s really nice and you like her. Letting her keep that reality in mind can help remind her gently that “oh yeah, he doesn’t have a motive for our interaction.” This can hopefully prevent you from ending up in a place where you guys end up being “just friends.”

That being said, focus on just friends for now. You guys are nice acquaintances, so try to get to the next level up. If she’s willing to extend a deeper friendship to you, then maybe you can offer a deeper relationship afterwards. But don’t skip steps! Be patient and take things one step at a time.

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thingsiwasafraidtosay · 5 years

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Him: wyd Me: Why are you interested in what I'm doing You don't actually care what I'm doing, you're just tryna catch me again like with the FaceTime. You didn't actually want to see me, you wanted to know what I was doing. You just want to know if I'm with other guys and cheating. I haven't been with any dude and we're not even together. You're very sneaky and manipulative. Don't even try to lie cause you know it's the truth so don't deny it. You wanna know what I'm doing? I woke up with a headache and had a bad day, I hung out with some friends and the day got even worse, I just finished watching one of my fave shows, which you don't know what it is because you don't care to know that stuff, you only care to ask what I'm doing because you don't want me to be hanging out with dudes and when I say I'm not you don't believe me and push the cheating shit on me again or you're satisfied with my answer and disappears until another around hogs day when you pop your head out of the hole like, "are you fucking anyone? Did you meet someone?" And I say "nope" and you're gone again. That, is what I mean by, "leaving me on a shelve." You don't give a damn about me. I'm like a collectors action figure you leave in the box and in your closet and do nothing with it, you just want to own it, while somebody else would treasure it and love it and be good to it and even cuddle it in bed, even if it's fucking uncomfortable because that's how badly the fool wants to hold that thing because that's how much he loves it. But yeah, it was a good episode of this show that's one of my favourites which you don't know. In the episode, it was about how this couple knew nothing about each other and had no communication and it didn't bother the girl at all, she had a busy life and all this huge stuff she never told her boyfriend, and when he'd find out, he'd pretend he wasn't upset and like he didn't feel left up. One day he snapped and said how they have no communication and don't even have nicknames for each other and she's not interested in getting to know shit about him, and I'm like, "Yeah that's how I feel about damien." Thinking about how I don't know shit about you and you don't care about us learning things about each other. There's so much more to me than the stories of me getting fucked over by exs, which I actually told you because I thought you would comfort me and say you'd never do that kinda shit and you'd get closer to me, Nope! The bitch can't stop going on about her exs. Okay so why don't I just come out and ask him things, oh yeah, he gets super pissed he took the time answering questions. Why not watch a movie together? Oh yeah he tells me to hurry tf up after 5 minutes, while I'm actually trying to enjoy that I actually get to spend time with him and looking through movies and talking about my experiences with them and trying to laugh and have a good time and even connect with the dude but nah, he's like "fuck this" and goes to bed. Oooh what about all the times I looked like a fucking idiot saying I wanted to sleep with him and cuddle with him, and later find out he doesn't even like cuddling in bed. That was great. If we knew this shit about each other from the jump, it would not have lasted this long because we aren't compatible at all. All he wanna do is fight and give me shit and make sure I don't meet anyone. Love forbid I find someone who actually looks at me lovingly and not with hate, actually cares about me and try's to understand me. I reflect off of other people, treat me like shit and plays games, welcome to the games cause I'll pull them right back like the shit with the group chat that you still aren't over. I try to match the other person, it's how I've always been, why I'd try to be careless like Evan, play games with Austin, cause that's how I am. I'm sure there's a lot of shit that if you saw a the start and we'd actually gotten to know each other, you'd book it. Book a flight far tf away from me. But everybody got hope right? Like that hope in my head saying that I could just be like, "babe I understand you find it uncomfortable, but I just wanna lay in your arms for just 5 minutes. If you get uncomfortable before then you can throw me to the floor. But just 5 minutes." I can name so many times I stayed in the same position cuddling with my cat, because it's rare she'd do that so when I finally got to, a bitch stayed uncomfortable af cause that's how much I love the fur ball. You also don't know shit about my cat. Like how she's loyal and caring like a dog and protective over me. Like a few years back when my guy friend was tickling me, she came out and started hissing at him cause she thought he was hurting me. And basically every night she's been cuddling with me now and she always has to be with me, if I'm not around she's always meowing for me. She absolutely loves me and I know I'll never find someone who cares about me more than she does. Most cats are all not giving a fuck, she's not like that at all. I wouldn't be surprised if you don't even know her name. Or the nickname I have for her. But yeah, it's all great and let's continue this relationship of you not caring to know anything about me and we don't talk ever unless I do something that upsets you, cause then you will cuss me out, but if I'm a good girl and I stay quiet, then you'll let me live and you leave me alone. Such a healthy relationship. Yeah no, you're bpd af. Shocker if you don't already know that. But I can admit I'm codependent. Which makes me an easy target for manipulation. Oh yeah, were a perfect match. You can keep treating me like shit all you want and I'll probably keep letting you. Yup happy couple over here. Oh yeah wanna know what else I did? I cried about how no one will ever love me. Yup such a cry baby. I'm such a piece of shit eh? Perfect girlfriend of the year award. Oh wait no, cause nobody ever asks me out, and when I get them to finally tell me why, they finally have the balls to reject me and say they never wanted me. Can't wait for that to happen! It's been a couple months now, sooner or later you'll abandon me abruptly, or find someone so amazing which makes it easy for you to dump my ass off at the dump. Then I can have even more trust issues and scream at the next guy who try's to pull that shit with me since I already know what it means and learned for the millionth time from experience. Sounds fantastic. Can't wait to have more permanent damage and find another guy who pretends to love me for awhile, just for his own benefits, and then when convenient, hauls my ass out. Man that's super fun. Doesn't at all make me feel unloved or worthless or like I'm just shit and no one will ever love me. Nope someday I'll find someone else who will pretend to love me for awhile. Not like I haven't already wasted half of my life on bullshit and lies and games and guys who don't give af about me. Not at all hate their guts. Perfectly stable. Not at all bitter. This whole thing hasn't been sarcasm at all, nope. I'm just so happy living in another guys closet 😊😊😊😊😊 I'm the "nice girl". It's like the "nice guy". The guy who gets put into the friend zone, the guy who girls let watch change and even hook up with as practice for their crush. The guy who loves the girl to death but she doesn't give af and one day she's lonely and decides to just date him. And while he's smitten, she's busy keeping her eyes open for a better offer. And she does and dumps the guy and says she used him and never loved him. I'm that. And before I met you, I was fucking tired of being "that". So I did some things, unconsciously, that made me look like the hot bitch isn't of being the "nice guy" who gets fucked over. Cause if I wasn't the nice girl for once, if I was the bitch, I wouldn't be the one being left. I was so done being the walk in mat. In the beginning, I was this bitch who would walk all over you in heels and not give af. But the thing is, that's not me. That's who you want. It even proved my point that all guys want is some bitch to boss them around. All my exs left me for some bitch who pushed them around and treated them like crap. That's who you wanted. That's the fantasy girl you couldn't stop dreaming about. I spent months opening up to you, trying to get that image of me out of your head. Trying to show you the codependent, vulnerable girl with a golden heart that I really am. Not the girl who was just in so much pain she felt heartless like she could rip our hearts right and left, No. But you never would see me. I'd always say that when you look at me it's not even like you're looking at me. You don't see who I am. You don't want to believe who I am. You want the girl who doesn't care. And I'm sorry that's who I presented myself to be. It isn't me. There's a ton of cold hearted bitch out there, go find one. I spent months telling you about the shit I've been through with guys and the type of person that I am in relationships. Why don't you believe that? You only see what you want to see. You won't ever just see me. And I've never felt so transparent. Find the girl you're looking for. I'm not her.

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