I ache.Not the aching that comes with bodily pain, the pain that comes from crying myself to sleep, waking up with a splitting headache and then crying again on the phone with my dad.
Let me...explain.
I got me some Adrien yesterday and that was great. As Kate says, there's always happiness when he's around. We went to the mall, ate dinner, bought perfume, caught up with each other.
Then I get back to the dorm and we bid each other farewell after a massage. Cathy comes over and we sit watching Sexaholix when I decide to call Dave. We have issues to discuss.
We broke up about two hours on the phone talking about my expectations (many), his capabilities (few), and the possibilities for something substantial to surmount out of this (slim).
The last thing I want to hear from any of you is "I told you so." You say that to me and I'm crossing you off my list.
Now is neither the time nor the place and I don't really want to talk about the details. Just know that I'm sad but that this is for the best for me.
