In three months? I have a feeling that you won’t. So then that’s gonna make for a very awkward moment next year when my vacation rolls around and I get on the plane, and we’re no longer friends b/c you met someone and just stopped caring. Much as you say you won’t, they all do at some point. The phone calls/communication becomes less and less. Hell you already spend most of the time we are on the phone messaging whoever as it is now. So what’s even the point of being on the phone with me if you’re going to be distracted? I at least give you my attention with background noise. But I’m there for talking. Not for sending messages (although I’d actually have to have people to even send messages to first, but if I had them, they could wait until my conversation was done).
So three months. That’s how long I’m mentally giving this before you give up on even pretending to care anymore. 3, three, 1-2-3. You’ll be in like/love with whoever and I’ll be a distant memory. Like I never even existed. A bad memory of damaged bipolar goods.
