Damn You, Bryan Adams

So on the drive back from my sister's yesterday, I am fishing around for some music. My cheeseball self popped in Bryan Adams' greatest hits album, So Far, So Good that he released over 10 years ago (shit!). Fuck you if you don't like Bryan Adams and want to mock me. Just listen to some of the words and... ...maybe it will conjure up things you used to feel. That happened for me. My favorite mistake and I had a really good relationship until it ended. We have lots of good memories. And I missed him a little bit. I called him to wish him a Merry Christmas on Friday. He hadn't called back until tonight. We didn't really speak a whole hell of a lot, but it was friendly. And that's characteristic of why we aren't together - we don't speak much. Somewhere in the summer of 2003, communication broke down and our relationship went with it as (I feel) the sickly part of the core of us became exposed and I couldn't take it. But we had some great times together. I miss that. And sometimes I get horny as all fucking hell. I never could resist him except that last night when I felt dead inside after (I felt) he basically insulted me - not intentionally, but it was the fact that it became clear to me that I would always be second best and I wasn't having it. And neither was he, as it turns out, ever again. Too bad, because it was always so good - 3 years and never feeling routine? Always feeling like it's getting better? Feeling like you're made for each other and fit so perfectly? And now and then it's clear to me that need is love and love is need. - Sheryl Crow But he doesn't need me. And neither do I him, now. But I miss the best parts of our friendship - the way we could talk and enjoy some of the same interests, and I don't mean the sexual ones. So much for that. In the meanwhile, I just have to stew here being horny every now and again.