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How can you possibly admit that you're wrong to someone else, if you can't even admit it to yourself? I've given it a lot of thought and maybe I'm wrong about him. Of course, maybe I was wrong about him way before this though. Maybe he isn't Prince Charming. Maybe he isn't even charming at all. Maybe he's really just some emo geek who had me fooled. But then I remember the little things, the things you can't fake. That's when I almost admit that I'm wrong….almost.
It's been exactly 8 months since he left. That's 35 weeks. That's 245 days. If I really wanted to, I'm sure I could figure out exactly how many hours, how many minutes, and how many seconds that is as well. But honestly, I'm not that bored. Plus eight months is long enough. I should be over this by now…but I'm not.
If life were simple, I would have gotten over Seth Cohen exactly eight months ago, but it's not. Sure, I'm with Zach and he's great and he's everything that I want. And I do. I do want him. I want him…well I mean I know that I should. Isn't that practically the same thing? What do they say? Knowing is half the battle? The first step is to know it? So I've got step one down.
On the other side of the spectrum, they say that knowing is not enough, you must do what you know. Oh well, screw the people who said that. They did not know Summer Roberts and they most certainly did not know Seth Cohen. The first step to correcting your problem is admitting you have a problem. That's something I can admit. I have a problem with Seth Cohen. But I can't, I won't admit that I'm wrong here. He screwed up and I shouldn't have to apologize to him for it.
But I should apologize to Zach. Or at least end it with Zach. If your heart's not in it, you shouldn't be either. And the crazy clichés just keep coming. I'm beginning to sound like him. Not Zach, the other him…Cohen. Yes, not only did the ass teach us all irony, he also taught me how to ramble. Thank God, I only do it in my head.
So where was I? Oh yes, Zach. He's nice enough and the kid is good looking, no doubting that. It's just…he's not…he's not him. Zach is comfortable. He's safe. He's sweet, he's caring, he's athletic, my dad loves him, and most importantly, he'd never leave me to sail away on some stupid boat. He's everything that I deserve, but nothing that I want.
Well that came out wrong. I mean I like Zach…really I do. I just don't love Zach. But that's normal right. I mean I didn't love Cohen until…never. I didn't love him until never. Because saying that I loved him after we'd been together for a while would imply that I actually did love him-which I didn't. I couldn't have…because, because I've been with Zach for six months and I don't love him. So obviously if I've been with Zach for this long and I don't love him, then there's no way that I could have loved Cohen because we hadn't been together for nearly as long. Cohen and I only dated for a little over two months. You can't fall in love with someone in like two months….right?
God this is confusing. I need to go to sleep before I drive myself crazy. Besides, I've got school tomorrow so I need my beauty sleep. I've got to look good, especially since I know that Cohen probably spent the night with that Alex girl again…not that I care or anything. Right, so sleep it is.
(AN: This is just an introduction into the mind of Summer Roberts according to me. It takes place somewhere around the Ex Factor and Jodie's appearance haha. I apologize if any of the characters are a little off but hopefully they're alright. This is just a short two-parter I decided to do. I hope you enjoy. Anyway...on with the story)