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04 July 2003 @ 01:14 pm
my depressing fabble  
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There was a time when I hung on your every word and you always wanted to talk to me more than anyone. We had everything in common and you were the first and last person I wanted to see. I was young enough that I looked up to you without a second thought. It's too bad that you thought I always would.

There was a time when I settled for being second best. You replaced me and so I replaced you, but no one ever really gets replaced, not completely. There are holes that can never be filled, just surrounded and hidden. I tried to bury it, but you were such a sentimental idiot that I could never move on. Afternoons you'd show up on my doorstep just because, "I wanted to see you, Georgie." Nights you'd tell me, or drunkenly show me, that you loved me. They grew infrequent though until we fell away almost completely.

There is a time when everything changes. I found the meaning to life in India and you found yours in success. Now here we are almost two decades later with nothing in common. You've become the last person I want to see. That is what I told you at least. It is the way it has to be, the way I wanted it. I sacrificed too much of my life waiting for you; the child inside me hoping for a time we'd be close again, the way it used to be.

Time's up.

 
 
 
George H.georgeh on July 4th, 2003 02:25 pm (UTC)
Beautiful but so sad. I thought about writing about . . . that break up but it was too sad! But you wrote it beautifully. Very powerful. Very sad. ;_; But I liked it. Very true to George's voice.
tf_anothergirl on July 4th, 2003 02:52 pm (UTC)
Re: thanks
I'm glad you liked it even if it is depressing. I actually cried when I edited it. How pathetic is that? LOL I've never cried reading my own story before.
George H.georgeh on July 4th, 2003 09:43 pm (UTC)
Re: thanks
Not pathetic at all. It was a very powerful piece, and it's worthy of tears. =/ *hugs*
You People And Your Quaint Little Categoriesjoanne_c on July 9th, 2003 10:30 pm (UTC)
*sob* It is very sad, but very plausible and realistic. I can see George feeling every word of this.