Originally Posted by
tremolo
I don't know why I still miss you now that I know what a creep you are. I think of you often, and especially when I want sex - which is basically all the time now. I think of you and I want you and I wish you weren't married and we could be together. It boggles my mind how much I want you when I consider how I wasn't initially all that attracted to you.
It made me really mad today when I thought back to that day we went to ---- ----- and you were telling me about golf. You talked about Tiger Woods and how he'd revolutionized the game, and all I could talk about was what a despicable person he was for treating his wife so horrendously. You must have been shitting yourself then, but you kept pretty cool nonetheless. I wish I could remember what you said about all that. So ironic now that I know how much like him you are.
I still keep wishing this was all a bad dream...