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Pain is temporary, pride is forever...

I have become that girl. The one you see all distraught at the gas station because she just left her boyfriend's house and he lives a few hours away. That girl, by the way, is a bit ridiculous because even though she's crying and pumping gas and listening to Wild Horses on her IPod, the boyfriend is on speaker phone talking to her the entire time...speaker phone because she drives like a mad woman when she's holding her phone and the steering wheel and clicking away at the IPod.

Now rereading that, no I haven't become that girl entirely. In actuality the only piece of that I can claim is the Ipod, bad driving and speaker phone thing...no crying at the gas station, I'm a soldier.

Pain is temporary, pride is forever...

I will claim that as well. That's what his t-shirt says, the one that I like from the Coast Guard Academy, the one that I tried to take but he wouldn't let me...the one that he stuck in my suitcase when I wasn't looking that I found when I got home, the one that I have on right now.

But I've never been here before. I've never been all sentimental because I don't like that emotional stuff. I've never smelled a shirt a thousand times. I've never seen hate transform into tolerance transform into acceptance transform into friendship transform into love.

And I love him.

**fiREFly**

Comments

Anonymous said…
I love you too sweetheart...!
5:00 PM
Firefly said…
Everyone is sickening at some point in a relationship...the rest of the world eventually gets over it : )
11:37 PM
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