Over and Over Again.

So here I am again.

Making up cicumstances in my head. Ones where you say the perfect things, hold me close and tell me you want me there.

Of course, it's usually after a crap chick flick or a few drinks that this happens.

Who am I kidding? It's all the time.

I hate that my go to move, my default if-all-else-fails plan is powerless w/ you.

I can't push you out of my mind if you're always in my sight.

And you know just how to put yourself there, don't you?

I hate that I still look forward to your call. Even though it rarely comes before 2 a.m.

You really do suck.

I'm so over trying to catch your eye, sleeping by my phone, and hoping you'll say something nice.

That is, until the next time I see you.

Ugh.