Sarah collapsed into the grass, letting the feeling of the morning dew cool her sweating face. Her best friend, Leah, danced in a circle beside her. How the hell was she so damned peppy after running eight miles? Who knows.
I don't know. Little idea that popped into my head while I was at the park watching all the runners.
My ex boyfriend still has this picture I took of him as his profile picture. It's my favorite picture of him. Everytime I see him update his status on Facebook I feel a twinge of love. We didn't end cuz we were bad, we ended because we were so far apart. There was no "I FUCKING HATE YOU!" to it. It was just... "I can't do this anymore." Don't get me wrong, I love Sam and I'm so happy with him. And everything with him is so simple in a way that Austin never was. But... With Austin... There was this.... I want to say it's passion, but it was more than that. It was this hunger. That's the best way to describe it. It was this hunger for him, for his body, for his mind for his soul, and it wasn't one-sided, he had it for me too...
And now he's insisting on contacting me.
All the fucking time.
I can't talk to him and not want him.
Why can't he just go away?
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