"IT’S FINALLY DECEMBER" screams a girl, walking outside. it’s 90 degrees out. there’s palm trees everywhere. oranges fill the streets. it’s florida.
What you had, she was a keeper. Too bad you didn’t keep her. Trippin when she wanted to talk to you all day. Now you trippin cos she won’t talk to you at all. She moved on. You’re shit out of luck now, sweetie. Too bad you didn’t realize how good of a girl she is until she left you for someone who would make her smile instead of cry. I mean, a shoulder to cry on is a dick to ride on. Sucks to be you.
Most people think that you can’t be friends with your ex, but I absolutely love my ex. Not “love” love, but love as in friends. I like how we can be so close and not think about each other as exboyfriend/exgirlfriend. Sometimes I forget we even dated. I like how comfortable he makes me feel. Dating or not. We’re friends. Nothing more and nothing less.