thankyou bitch, no seriously.

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when we first met we shared an armchair and watched batman, you laid your head on my shoulder as we watched the chick on tv go through a nightmare drug, at 2:30 that night as we were leaving you were laying on the hood of a car and i was leaning against it, i asked you "what are we?" and you said "i don't know." we started talking, texting and we actually met a few times a month, over that entire time i started saying i love you regularly, and if i remember right so did you. you tell me you weren't even sure what we were, well i wasn't even sure. then you tell me that your at a movie on a date with some guy. tore my fucking heart out, but that's okay, i'm a stoic motherfucker, I moved on but the story doesn't end there. because we were still friends.

i still said i love you, because back then i really did, i rant and rave all day on the internet about love well that's what i felt towards you, and for a while i thought you felt the same. i got a job working at that same movie theater, i think you actually helped me get it, i mean really your step-dad was the manager, I'm not that dense, you break up with your guy and we start talking again, i really think it's going to work out again this time, but your going to a movie again. with another guy, this time it's someone who you just happened to meet. for the second time in a single year you tore my heart out.

I thought I moved on, well you left that guy and we started talking again, I could almost see where this was going but i didn't want to believe it, we played tennis a few times, went to a local mall, then one day I'm working late and your going to see a movie with a guy that was your friend when you were younger, he was a fucking douche bag, and i remember telling you this. but you decided to start dating him, for the third time in 2 years you tore my heart out.

finally it's been another year, you start working at the theater and you get your boyfriend a job there too, by the way I was livid, crushed, but my heart was still my own. things get crazy, i drive you home one day because you don't trust your boyfriend to get you home safely, thanks for the gas money btw, because even after all this I still can say I love you. you decide to leave him, he's going to the army in a few weeks anyways you tell me. things finally seem to be working out, i think to myself, yeah, it was worth it. then we go to the mall one day, and i notice that your ex is following us around, i keep us moving along, finally you go to him and start talking like everything is peachy. you hug, kiss, make up, and now your dating again, for the 3 weeks that he has left before he leaves. my heart isn't working at this point. at this point i fucking hated you, not only was i toting around you and my sister in law's sister, but I was driving around some druggy that you happened to meet while there at the mall. and your ex-ex-boyfriend is following us. i drop you off at the swimming pool where we met earlier, i drive my sister-in-law's sister home and i kick the druggie out on the street at mcdonalds. and I am never talking to you again.

that was more than six months ago, and now, after I've finally cooled down i want to say, i forgive you, i wasn't perfect, I'll be the first to say that. and the first thing that I'd do if i could change anything, would be on that first night we met, I'd have called you a bitch and gone home at 9 o'clock. i wasted three years of my life pursuing you and you did nothing to reflect that, you led me along for 3 fucking years and i played along, now that all is said and done, i know what i want in a woman, and it's all thanks to you. so thankyou, I forgive you, and I wish I had never bothered you to begin with.