He is only three doors down, but he is further away from me than Megan in New Orleans. His croooked grin and broad shoulders and slanted eyes that I once found exotically, attractively special are now just embarrasing memories of a one night stand that i thought would carry over past morning. I know our two different worlds work about as well together as his hilfiger polo shirt with my $6 vintage pants I wore today and the day before. Fuck his perfection and his selection because one day he will realize the girl only three doors down was the best un-taken option of his perfectly selected life.Birth sign: Aquarius
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