Peeling Off the Band-Aid
Ever peel off a band-aid when the scar is still fresh? Or better yet, picking the protective covering made by platelets in your bloodstream from a scar to just expose it again.Listening to certain songs remind me of scars of my past.
I still try to find what the fuck Joe is doing these days even though in 7 to 8 months, I'm going to marry Rich. I don't know why I still do it.
I think of Joe as the one good on paper. Just an artificial cutout of what I'm supposed to have. Rich on the other hand is real flesh and blood with real feelings.
It was ironic that when Joe and I broke up, he referred me as his girlfriend. He sure didn't treat me like one. It's the little things that really count and get to you.
Do I want Joe back? When all is said and done at the end of the day, I don't.
Good thing that he's gone from Facebook. That's it for him.
posted by Edna @ 10:47 AM
0 comments
