Not Thinking About Matthew.

Anyone notice the funny I made with these latest two posts? Heh. Who am I kidding, who actually reads my blog other than me anyway?

The Friday we went out was really fun. We got there a little early but that meant we got to enjoy our drinks with minimal interruption. (I say minimal because we had a cute but rather insistant waiter that kept asking if we needed anything. Did I mention he was shirtless too? The babe looked like a younger Sean William Scott) Anyway, as we supped our drinkies, we had more than a couple hours to just sit and talk before the dance floor got any fun. So we talked about life, love and the pursuit of happiness, to put it in 8 or less words. And of course, I brought up Matt and the letter to him I never sent, or even finished writing. A long, personal conversation aside, the bottom line is I needed to let go of Matt. I won't be happy until I do.

Anyway, the night ensued and took our hot selves to the dance floor for a few hours. Alyissa got talking with a guy for the longest time and I was winding down from the initial club high. Sitting at a semi-secluded table for two, getting drunk from my final drinks of the night, I thought this up, and remembed it enough to write it all down when I got home.

I'm trying to drink to forget you
But all I do is not
Forget you
I'mletting you go
Finally, finally, finally
Before I start something
I cannot end
I can't take you finally
Trying after five years.
What could've been,
Could've been
But I won't dwell
There's no room in my Heaven
For love unrequited's Hell

~Vickie, June 28 2008