R O L L E R C O A S T E R 

Has it been a day?

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Or has it been two?

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No, three days.

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I think?

Oh, forget it. I'm not sure anymore. I'm too lazy to look at the date on my phone. I don't even know what day I started losing track so I'm sure it's useless. I know one thing though: He's been ignoring and avoiding me.

At least, I can guess as much. Or am I overreacting?

We were talking (texting, really) and our responses were almost instantaneous when I (somehow) managed to ask him to catch a movie with me. His respone? Silence. He has no idea how much that hurt, but I figure he was busy. Or maybe not because the exact same thing with the same situation happens the next day. Twice. And I'm not about to ask a third time. He has no idea how much it hurts but I'm hurting one-sidedly. 

Would it hurt more if he does know or would it hurt less? 

I'm not sure.

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Maybe the first?

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No, the second.

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Both?

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Is that an option?

Forget it, I'd never know. Forget the movies too. It's stupid anyway and---the doorbell rings.

I open the door.

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Him: "I wanted to ask you myself."

Me: "Ask.. what..?"

Him: "The movies remember?"

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"You do still want to go right? I just can't forget it."

(My brain goes "You and I both." My mouth says "Yeah.")