Relationships either work or they don't. Pretty simple right? Either you get married or you break up. Or you get married and then break up but, that's not the point.
The point is this, what happens afterward? Sometimes, the dumpee might get a bit hung up on the dumper even they were rejected by that very same person. This could go on for say.............years somehow.
I say "somehow" cause i have no idea how the hell I..........i mean PEOPLE let it happen for so long. You even tend to ignore that you've both changed and really if you were back with that person........it wouldnt be the way it was. And if it wasn't the way it was before,....then it would be different........der.
The reason for holding a torch, at least in the case that i'm thinking about, for so long was easy access. Not like "Easy" but you know, "easy", like, the phone number was too fucking easy to forget alright!?! Yeah, it was. Everytime i was drunk or, even worse, lonely, i would let the person on the other end of this easy to remember number know it................for years.
What happened? Well the number got changed, then, thankfully, my arm finally got tired. Sad right? FUCK NO IT AIN'T sad. It was the most wonderfully liberating day of my life to this point....i think. Of course, it was no ones fault but my own that i was this obsessed with anyone, still.......it wasnt entirely my fault. Seriously, it wasn't.
Back to my point, dont have the number, dont want the number, and i dont think about the past. That's pretty incredible that with 1 simple innocent gesture that was in no way made to make my life easier, it did. I dont even care when people say they saw (from this point on, she will be refered to as "old number") old number. The conversation usually goes like this:
Dude-"Saw old number last night."
Me-"She's not dead?"
Dude-"Um, no."
Me-"Not dead huh, good for her."
Incredible. Before i think i would have cried..........if i could cry...............which i cant............which is still strange.
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