He's not going to bring you flowers- not that he would have known your favorite anyway. He's not going to play your favorite song, because he never committed it to memory. He's not going to surprise you at your favorite restaurant, it's easier to ask where you want to go. He's not going to know your best friend's names, even though they're practically in every story. The only one of his friends he'll introduce you to, is his roommate, in passing. He's not going to call you baby because to him, that's something you'll never be. If it slips during physical stuff, it's not out of endearment, it's so he doesn't say another name. Any name: an ex, a fantasy, another current or competing fling. What y'all have is a sham. Daydream-crafted, Disney-sculpted, rom-com hope of a Mr. Right. Face it- he's not even a right now, he's a how about never. He's not going to call you when he's upset and he'll never care if you are... Whether or not he's to blame. He'll never invite you to fancy affairs, even if he's into that kind of thing, but it's not like you'll ever know. He gives you just enough to make you feel like there's a connection- a flicker of hope. But, the only hope in his eyes is to get laid with little repercussions. You'll never be beautiful, truly radiant, or lovely but, he had to say something... He won't even know your middle name, but it's not like he ever cared to ask. And Facebook is the sole reason he knows your last name. He'll never know your biggest fears or your greatest accomplishments. He'll never know what you aspire to be or your biggest regret. He's not interested in your scars because, subconsciously, he knows he'll be hindering them. You're an item of pleasure, satisfaction, and the immediate present. He's not going to invest in you, so expect nothing of girth: adventures for two, pictures/keepsakes, or any tangible record of your time. You are simply a pass-time, so it's time to fly. He spent most of his time flying high anyway, so it's your turn to fly. He's not going to offer you any genuine sweetness. He popped in and out of your life so quickly, oreo popcorn was the most appropriate recipe for her to make herself. Pop a bag of kettle corn, melt a stick of butter and a bag of mini marshmallows on the stovetop over medium Heat. Crush Oreos and set aside. Probably about half a package. Add the popcorn to the marshmallow mix then add the Oreos. If it seems too wet, add more popcorn. Simple and sticky just like his affect on relationships.
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