Consider This Fair Warning...

I went online for the first time in forever tonight. Steve was on. He is the only one of the group I didn't block. He is the only one who knows why I had to cut the ties and why I can't talk to or see them anymore. I really really miss him. Maybe more so than any of the others.

And things like this are why:

STEVE: So, I've really been wanting to tell you. I was walking home the other day, and I saw this really beautiful person that looked like you.
ME: Oh, well, that's very nice.
STEVE: Yeah, I think it was the eyes. The eyes were just like yours, and I thought of you. Beautiful eyes.
ME: Thanks.
STEVE: But it was a dude.
ME: Um...what.
STEVE: And he had bigger lips than you. And more hair.
ME: Wow.
STEVE: What? He was stunning. But, you know, stunning as a dude
ME: Okay.
STEVE: Is this not a compliment in any way?
ME: No.
STEVE: Why not? He was beautiful. And he had your complexion. And your eyes. That's what made me think of you. He had your eyes. But his hair was puffier.
ME: Okay.
STEVE: And blonder. He looked more innocent than you do, but that's probably just because he was way younger.
ME: And we're done here.
STEVE: Where are you going?
ME: To go find the male version of you.

"I am jealous, opinionated and too shy for my own good. I despise feet, ignorance, and the color orange, and I believe that time and love can heal all things. I write bad poetry and laugh at jokes I don't understand and some days I really am convinced that 2 and 2 make 5. I like my cereal soggy. I've never kissed the rain or smelled fear or seen an elephant fly, but I plan to. I am the girl who is strong and feeble, who seeks comfort in solitude and trusts in serendipity- the girl who refuses to be what she isn't. Someday I'm gonna figure everything out and write a book on it and name it after you. But until then, I'll go back to my poetry and soggy cereal and wonder what it's like to kiss the rain..."