I need to stop entertaining the idea that I like you, that there is something more;
because there isn’t.
The irony that I ran into you, of all people, immediately upon returning back to Philly couple weeks ago - while you were there to pick your girl up, that is – and the fact that you even asked, “do you want to take the cab back with us?” … Dude, I can’t decide what it is I feel for you and what it is I feel towards myself when it comes to you.
You’re wounding my pride, breaking my heart – figuratively, thank goodness – and all the while clueless as you ride into the sunset – pun, of course – with her, hands clasped and your little tryst in the dark together months ago that I, of all people, caught.
Maybe you just need to stop being so nice to me, because I am too gullible to believe any less.
