You could have been the one. If you didnt suck so much.

I got that phone call. You know the one. The one where your childhood love (a relationship that lasted almost indefinitely from 13-18years old) calls you and says he is back in town. You experience the nausea as you remember the last fight, the first fight and every fight. blowout, squabble, and showdown in between. You remember that you still love him, despite the fact that he was and still is no good for you cause-your-too-smart-and-too-pretty-for-that-narrow-behind
-fool-anyway. Besides, you never can stop loving that first love. Nooo sir. You spend the rest of your natural life simultaneously trying to live up to, past, overcome, forget, remember, immortalize, and degrade that first love. Hows that for a mind-fuck-paradoxical-neurosis