Why is it that when I do a nice girlfriend thing there is a nagging voice in the back of my head that gives a random score along the lines of "me: 15, her: 5"? Not that I'm keeping track or that it would matter in your world anyways.
Have I mentioned that I hate being the other woman? Yet with him the only other role I know is friend, and I have a feeling that is going to be very strange.
(Why do all of the men in my life just up and get married?)
With May creeping closer I wonder if you've made up your mind yet. She's due to be here soon.
Have I mentioned that I hate this uncertainty? I like knowing what to expect.
I know it isn't easy.
That was to be expected.
--s10