>What abou that girl you saw last night?
>Well, she looked nice at first, but then she said something very politically incorrect.
>What about the one before this? The goth one.
>She dislikes all the pop punk songs I love
>Damn, and the girl from tinder last month?
>Her nose looked different from the picture, plus I couldn’t stand the noise she makes when she laughs.
>Well, at least you made her laugh. What about the readhead you dated for a while last year?
>She was problematic, I was problematic as well…
>… Aren’t you still?
>Maybe I am and always will be. Maybe I’m doomed to be forever alone.
>Have you EVER met a girl who you could stand for more than six months?
>Yes, I did. I once dated a girl I could wake up everyday by her side. She was perfect once, now no one else is.
>….
>But she’s gone and I can’t make it right. So now I’m doomed for the misery of my everyday. But oh I’d be happy to watch her smile once again for something stupid I said. I’d say all the politically incorrect jokes that used to make her embarassed and funny. I would drive around with her with no direction just listening to all pop punk songs we loved on the radio. And I would be flattered to listen all about her problems as I tried to figure them out on my own way, or merely listen carefully to all the details on her face. But she’s gone and I can’t make it right. No one else can fix it now.
