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A letter to my estranged

A letter to my estranged

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Men are just so cool at playing cool sometimes. Not.
Men are just so cool at playing cool sometimes. Not.

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Published by: Thebootedpoet Scribd on Nov 08, 2012
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,Funny the things that remind me of you.
 I know you probably think I don’t give you a thought and that the flowers I sent that weren’t on your birthday was a deliberate ‘forget 
but it wasn’t that I don’t know your birthday, it was just spontaneousness. Just sayin like‘Sure why not!’
 My farts as you know, are incredulous. I had one today after packaged soup, and I thought of you; how you could stand to just read on after I let one in bed sometimes, with your
humourous “Pheeeew!” and a wry smile
of acceptance; one that mirrored my own after your
-nails sometimes protruded from beneath the bedsheets. Used to love those curls I did.Anyway, I smelled the smell of soup today and thought of you.How I ever over-looked you having sex with my ex-
girlfriend I still havn’t fathomed, but 
themore time passes, the more porn I watch, and I am pithering now on the ideal that maybe myproblem with your fling(s) was maybe my fault 
my own uptightness, probably founded in the
summer months I spent putting myself in that ‘quiet’ place when I went 
on the boy-scoutscamping trips in the previous
shorts. Pippa
Hello!!!Anyways, I saw two girls walking arm-in-arm from a pub last night and I thought of you. Just before lunch today I watched a wheelchaired guy waiting to cross the road, and though I 
know how demeaning to their egos it can be to be helped, I couldn’t stop myself offering to
assist.Naturally he barked a bit at my muffled shout (The wind was very strong and the passinglorries whirled dust and road-wet about us), but on feeling my hands upon his hump hequietned enough for me to pay attention to the on-coming traffic and time a good shove on the
‘thing’ and off he went.
 I have to admit I did grimace a bit when I saw one of the chair’s wheels glance off the
middle-road yellow thing, but you know what 
 I think the close sound of Lucy’s (from the
coffee shop) two-
 tone horn did him the world of good. Wasn’t too loud, wasn’t too soft, know
what I mean?
Anyways, I helped someone who didn’t want help today and I thought of you.
Last night as I showerd I put my mind on some long-
 finger things I’ve had on my short 
-list lately. You know
 the little list of ‘thing’s to do’ that you’ve been putting on the long
 finger. It was things that I had been meaning to do a long time ago and about that time (not 
last night in the shower but I mean ‘that’ time; The time a long time ago when the ‘Short’ in‘Short 
list’ was relevant). Where was I? –
Oh yeah, bumped into John and Elizabeth today ,
 they said ‘Hiiiiiii!” (Actually said it that way, both togeth
like ‘Oh we are in such “sync”as a couple it’s making you sick on the inside). (It wasn’t but what I mean was they didactually say ‘Say Hi to...for us!”) (Personally I think they do remember your name but are
careful about my sensitivity issues on hearing your name said out loud
which like I really DONT have a problem with, but I can see where they get it from cause last time they asked
about you at the hollow’een party I shrugged
-off the caveman outfit (I was pissed like) and
shouted “Say hello to
my little friend for me too!” (Embarrassed? Oh yeah..).
Anyways, I remembered how you used to say to me ‘What the fuck are you on about?’ today,
and I thought of you. The fish is doing grand by the way
munching away like he has competition (must be ablonde!
no offence, joking like), Thanks for asking ! (joking), and the plant I took from
your window sill (You always said you hated it cause it’s green reminded you of the table
-clothyour aunt had who used to put you in the big metal tub and scrub you raw on Saturdaynights), was a great source of guess what?
A flower pot!
(well no of course)
A toy forNed. The botton of the pot split and it fell into the fish tank when I was lifting the plant out (Yes
over the fish tank - where else cause it d
idn’t matter then if some soil crumbled out 
cause like what?
Ned’s gonna freak over some friggin’ soil? –
be daft. ). He swims in the hole and out the top now. Or sometimes swims in and (must turn around I suppose) swimsout the same hole. Sometimes he swims in the big hole (What would be the top under (not actually under but you know what I mean, normal circumstances) (joke), and out the littlehole.
be so surprised by this he is a fish afterall (Im messing!).Anyways, I was watching Ned going for all the holes today and I thought of Tiger Woods and thought of you. (Remember you used to say
or sad once ‘He can swing his big bertha at myrear end anyday’. And I said ‘Who’s ‘HE’ and stormed out. I was only kiddin! (Joke).
 So there we are
or rather Here I am.
 Just figured
a pity things didn’t work out, and I’m
fine like, but wondered a bit how you
were doing and thought sure why not drop you a line and say ‘Hello’.
 Sometimes I think things could have really worked out, but I know
basically happy beingsingle again
. Just thought I’d let you know that, case you were wonderin’.
Hope you’re well and doin’ great. Sure you are. Just didn’t want you to think I was all stone
and no heart. Even think of you now and then. No pressure! Just sayin like!
Human, aren’t we? Sure it’s
the thought that counts as you used to say when I missed theodd Christmas or Easter
or whatever it was. Silly now I think of it. But sure that’s life –
 better to have lost and all that.Anyways, a bird in the bush never won a fair lady so I might as well let you know if you everneed a friend just get in touch.Not that 
counting on it or hoping it would ever spark us off and rekindle a long-lastingrelationship
afterall its friendship that endures ‘love’ and lust and all that sort of thing, I’m
 not, but now and then it might be ok (
fine with it like) just to catch-up and sort-of, you
now, be like each others supporting person rather than a ‘sexbuddie’ or anything like that 
whatever way people phras
e it there’s no point in that.
Wave been there and done each other
and had the ‘experience’ and look where it got us;
No -
better to “Stay friends” and just 
leave it like that. So if you want to swing round even late at night or anything
here. Theres lo
 ts of people find ex’s ringin them after the pub at the weekends and they all complain
but I 
a promise. I know where you’ll be coming from and I’m
fine with that reallyam. We have a kindof a bond like from the three months we had. From the intensness I mean. The talkin and whatever like. Walkin
n shit. You know what I mean I don’t just mean the‘closeness’ in the physical sense I mean like the mental closeness, the stories we shared about 
out past(s) before we had met. Remember the night we sat up all night and you were on thephone to Elisabeth
and I sat up and just listened to you and was just like ‘There’ for you
(US) and brought you tea and made you a cheese toastie and held the bucket when you got sick like. Those are the moments no therapist can EVER take away from me. And
sure you.
 Its the times like that when we weren’t having sex or I wasn’t thinking or planning on sex that 
 things really went well for us and
mainly why when I say to be friends I know it wouldwork 
as friends like, I m not sayin “US” all
-over-again, I mean the close deep stuff. That 
could be the glue no matter who you met (or have met I don’t know )
a glue stronger than the lusty glue that binds people together when
nothing concrete like us accepting farts

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