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the bitch
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bitch de nuit
Another pretentious way of saying "Bitch, please."
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Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Void Deck.
Your car was running out of petrol, but you still drove down to meet me anyway. You were broke; unable to pay for one of those fancy dinners you thought made me happy. We bought crackers and iced tea, and so randomly picked this spot. You parked your car, we kissed, we got out and we sat there. We talked - about everything and anything we could think of, and there they were, the smiles that were so genuine plastered across our face. We kissed some more and fooled around a little under the dim street lights. You sent me home and went off on your own way.
Months later, we were in the middle of an argument and I referred to that night as one of the worst dates ever. Cheap, pointless and boring. Out of spite, I destroyed one of the many efforts you put into making me happy with the best of your abilities. It made you so wary of our future dates, as if my words scarred your ego bad. Perhaps it did.
But one thing I never dared to mention, was that it was one of the best dates I ever had. Yes, it was cheap, pointless and boring. But it was with you, and we made each other so happy with crackers, iced tea and a void deck. Perhaps I was afraid to admit that such a simple date could bring me so much happiness, I was afraid by the immensity of the control you had over my emotions.
I wished I could turn back time, I really do. I wished I could turn back time and tell you how much that night meant to me, along the many other nights we spent together. I wished I could turn back time and make you feel what you deserved to feel - loved.
But now, you're gone. And I'm still here.
I'm still here.
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