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... The time is 9:25A.M. on June 29th, 2009. I was going to brag about my new art work, here, and maybe the other one I drew, then I read my PMs. It's odd, to say the least. I've been over the break up scenario several times in my head, so many times that occasionally, I cried for no apparent reason to the casual passer-by (always when I was alone though, so really, there was no passer-by), but I never expected this. I always thought I was the one who would say 'I don't want to hurt you by never seeing you,' or something long those lines. I guess my assumption of the young woman who needed me so much is a little out of date, heh heh. In case you haven't figured it out, I've been dumped. I'm taking it better than I expected, much better than when she told me about her real life boyfriend (with whom she broke up a while ago, by the way). Still, I am sad, and regretful, but I can't help but being proud of her. Everything she said was true, meaningful, all that good stuff. I don't think I would have been able to let her go like that. I do love her, but maybe she's right. Maybe it is best that we who will probably never meet stay good friends, and find partners in the real world. I just hope that, if that's not possible, maybe, just maybe, we'll be able to comfort each other again. The time is 9:32A.M. on June 29th, 2009.
Breakups, Never Quite What You Expect, Eh?
 Wind Spirit22 · Mon Jun 29, 2009 @ 03:33pm · 1 Comments |
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