Wonderful. I'm one of the dozens of girls who fell for you. Congratulations, Mr. Perfect.

Yes, I'm bitter.

Yes, I'm angry with myself.

Yes, I'm fucking angry at you.

I try to forget about you and your fucking perfect perfection, but every time I log onto facebook (something I rarely do), the reminder of your flawlessness is ever present.

So. Congratulations because every single other guy I ever meet will probably never measure up to you.

You with your sweet words.

You with your scary intellect that intimidated me sometimes.

You with your 6'2" stature that made looking at you feel like looking up at someone on a pedestal.

You who spent his evenings at home. But only when I did, too.

Why can't I ignore all of this?

I'm prone to forgetting--more like living in denial,really--so why can't I forget you? Why was admitting that I had fallen for you so much easier than voicing my fears? Why couldn't I deny you?

I hope I never fall in love again.