tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89140098620612732162024-03-13T07:33:11.962-07:00How Do I Make My Ex Come Back to Mekolohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02192598264053761088noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914009862061273216.post-74800878774117473442019-10-19T05:26:00.003-07:002019-10-19T05:33:13.171-07:00<a href="http://warhouse.exback123.hop.clickbank.net/"><img alt="HowToGetExBack.com" height="90" src="https://d25ksjstcfr8wp.cloudfront.net/creatives/728x90_ani.gif" width="728" /></a>
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<b><u><span style="font-size: large;">How We Got Back Together</span></u></b><i><b> </b></i><br />
<i><b>by Justin Sinclair</b></i></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Of course, if things had been going well, she'd have believed the
(truthful) explanation. A colleague getting overenthusiastic when we'd
just won a big advertising pitch. It was hugs and kisses all round, I
think I even kissed my boss, and he's the father of four and built like a
quarterback.</span><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
But things hadn't been going well. We'd moved in together, and
frankly we were driving each other mad.I love her like crazy, but I just
wasn't used to accounting for my actions, minute by minute. That girl
loves to text. Every second of the day, where am I, what am I doing,
what did I have for lunch, do you want steak for dinner - the constant
texts made me feel like a prisoner under observation.</span><span style="font-size: small;">
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<span style="font-size: small;"> But after the fight, I missed them. I missed the almost continuous
low "ting" that heralded a message coming in. I missed my phone come to
that, and had to go get a new one. Fortunately, my plan let me have my
old number.<br />
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No texts. Not one. So, I decided to reverse roles. I sent her texts,
day and night. "I miss waking up with you." "I heard our song just now
and it made me cry." "Are you lonesome tonight?" "My love is like a red,
red rose." Every cliche, every romantic memory, every song, every
poem,every thing which had meant something to us, I texted it to her.<br />
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And not in text language. No - I used fully spelled out, beautifully punctuated English.<br />
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Finally, one day, my phone went "ting". And it was her. "Yes, I do
miss you." I texted her straight back, "I'm so sorry we fought, I was an
idiot." Back she came. "I believe you about the lipstick."<br />
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Then it just became too much, I dialed her number, and we talked, and
then that wasn't enough, so I literally ran to our old place, and she
was waiting for me.....<br />
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She still texts a lot, but not as much as before. We had a good old
fashioned face to face conversation, and I told her how I didn't want to
feel she was spying on me. We made an agreement to talk more and text
less. 4 me its going gr8.<br />
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