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Okay, Internet, I admit it.

I've sort of been hiding something from you for the past week. Something kind of...well, not big, but not trivial either.

I've been talking to Ricky Bobby lately.

Yes, yes, I know! I can practically hear your heavy sighs coming through the computer screen. I know. More about Ricky Bobby.

Because, the fact is, he's in town for vacation. Evidently, though, he's been in town for a while. Like, almost a month. And I had no idea. Which I suppose is good, actually. It shows that I'm not as involved with him as much anymore.

But yes, we've been talking. On myspace, if you could call that talking. And it's more of the confusing 'send, no reply, send again, reply, send, reply, send, wait a few days, send again, reply' pattern. It's tiring. But I can't bring myself to give up.

Not only am I guilty for that, Internet, but the other crime I'm guilty of makes me ashamed, myself.

I'm guilty of wanting to see him.

And I'm not only wanting to see him. That's kind of an understatement. I have a horrifying urge to see him. And I'm thinking about him all the time now.

I know, I know!!

It's awful. And as much as I know I'm seriously going to pay for it later, as much as I know I'm just hurting myself by doing this and setting myself up for pain, I can't bring myself to stop talking to him.

And I've actually been planning to make plans to see him, too! It just keeps getting worse!

Internet, maybe it's time for an intervention. I need someone to free me from the huge, gaping hole I'm digging myself into.

xo Hopeless Romantic

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