It’s all about the word play

Here’s the thing. I never stopped writing about you, and it’s not because I miss you and need to keep you alive through words. It’s really not that magical at all…you knew what you were getting yourself into the minute you realized you loved a writer. And just to be sure, I reminded you that everything you said or did was fair game for me to use as I wanted. And as much as I try to mask some of the things we experienced through other characters and different story lines, I need everyone to know one thing: I love Jason Mraz. I fucking love Mr. A to Z. And you and me were a long running lazy catastrophe. I blame it on me instantly agreeing with you when you said that you hated him…because he reminded you too much of her, and I wanted you and me to happen so much that if there was something I could hate with you, I wanted apart of it. Now I’m left with four years of Jason Mraz goodness to dig up and discover. So if this was the clincher, the one thing that really sealed the deal for you—the fact that I hated Jason Mraz, I will make time travel happen and drive a Jason Mraz stake through my heart.

1. cancer-stick liked this
2. writersblockreliever liked this
3. viv-writes posted this