I recently moved out of town. Far away. My former fuck-buddy, that I'm madly and deeply in love with, has now started dating the guy I used to date before meeting him, who rejected me quite abruptly. Eventually I didn't like him, he was boring but he was very easy on the eyes.
My former fuck buddy has fallen for the dude, apparently they're taking it seriously and I'm here, in a small little town, living with my parents again, and I'm green with envy and jealousy. Could you please remind me that someone else will come, and if it wasn't meant to be with him then so be it? I know it rationally but right now all I can think of is the missed opportunity with my buddy, who is kind, sweet, extraordinarily handsome and has such good taste with clothes... I fear I'll never find someone like him.
Do you think he should know about my feelings? I've hid them carefully... You know how it is with fuckbuddies. I wonder if that will eventually wear me out. Sometimes I get panicky, and I've shed a tear or two. I hate this.
My former fuck buddy has fallen for the dude, apparently they're taking it seriously and I'm here, in a small little town, living with my parents again, and I'm green with envy and jealousy. Could you please remind me that someone else will come, and if it wasn't meant to be with him then so be it? I know it rationally but right now all I can think of is the missed opportunity with my buddy, who is kind, sweet, extraordinarily handsome and has such good taste with clothes... I fear I'll never find someone like him.
Do you think he should know about my feelings? I've hid them carefully... You know how it is with fuckbuddies. I wonder if that will eventually wear me out. Sometimes I get panicky, and I've shed a tear or two. I hate this.













