It comes a point in time in the stages of the sad life where you say F*ck pride, I’m texting “HIM”
You’ve caught the emotional flu, Adele’s “someone like you” is still relevant and It’s been months. You cried from one SADDERDAY to the next. ”Is she the reason” by Destiny’s child has played 123x according to iTunes, you’ve twatched and all you can wonder is why is he having fun and not sad like you. He sends that wink emoji to the girl with a ass fatter than yours and now your Ready to end it all with generic aspirin and patron.
Yup, sadness has gotten the best of you.
Now after your failed attempt of fake suicide ( if u never attempted fake suicide you didn’t love him enough) thoughts of the imaginary relationship you had with a single man pop up. You say to yourself “it wasn’t all bad”. Now you forget all the bad things he did and said or you’ve kinda placed those thoughts in the back of your head. You send a ” hey” Facebook message because u “deleted his number”. Now your chopping it up like old friends , sex references are exchanged and you slowly reminisce and think “why did it end again? Oh well, we can be friends. That’s all I want anyway ..I don’t want HIM!”
From Facebook to the text inbox ~~~> you’re going , going , GONE. YUP he’s got u coming over at 2am and everybody knows what goes down after hours.
Now what …. It’s back to the” I miss him” and “All smiles” tweets……But you can’t tell your friends about HIM. They know how he dogged you out. They know the stress he caused . So you gotta keep it on the low For now … because you love you some “HIM”