I love Mike. I think everyone who knows me knows that. A week from yesterday is our year anniversary. It’s weird when you think about that. How can a random trip to a coffee place you only go to on a blue moon have made things this way? What’s so weird is how last month we almost broke up and now everything seems to be better than ever.
He called me drunk about 5 times Saturday from 1:30 am-3:30 am. It wasn’t until around 3:00 that he asked me to come over and take care of him. It was on the drive over at 3:09 am while Coldplay’s Paradise was playing that he called for the last time. He told me that he loved me. I didn’t want to hear it that way. I know that he was being honest, but what really sucks is that he can’t say it sober. And thus is my problem. We spent the rest of the weekend together and I was happy. Or was I? I don’t know. It seemed to be up and down for me. Why? Why can’t I let myself believe what he said? Why? You take what you can get. After that it’s up to you if you can handle not getting more.
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