let's -stay- frank

...shall we?

I'm over you.

My last entry on the matter applied, and you had your time. That time is up, and I've moved on. For good.

They say patience is a virtue, but this would be an exception to that principle. If our half-baked connection held future benefits, there would have been no limit to how much I'd do and how long I would wait for it. I don't regret we happened - make no mistake about it. I just know why we ended; I'm sure we both do, and it's why I never agreed to be your formal girlfriend even when we were at our peak. But I still tried. And the heartache I felt weeks earlier should be sufficient testimony to the emotional investment I've made into our short-lived relationship. However, the better aspect to being human? Resilience.

To all the guys I've dated but never wanted to be a girlfriend to: instead of bitterly ranting to your equally dense buddies, post-dating, about how I've screwed you over, take it up with me. I dare you to confront me and say you had no part in the dissolution of whatever we had. In fact, I dare anyone who has a problem with the way I go about guys and dating to discuss with me personally the why's, how's, and don'ts.

I won't speak for all, even if there's universal truth to it, but to whomever I decide to get involved with in the future: you'll still be able to hurt me. I'd like to believe that whatever we share, even if it doesn't last, will be worth a teardrop or two when it's over. Those who bottle it up are fools. It doesn't make you stronger than I am, and your suppressed demons will eat you alive in the most inopportune time. Go ahead and blast me for indulging in temporary crushes, but I know what I'm doing. Try and stop me ;)