This weekend was a low – worse than the first one without you. I’m not sure why – maybe because I’m due to start my period or maybe because it has been two months, or maybe it’s just because of the rain (I loved listening to the rain wrapped in your arms) – or just my lack of sleep last night.
It started last evening. I went to the gastropub, drank a glass of wine and ate some short rib tacos, my first meal of the day. No one talked to me. The wine went straight to my head – I guess that’s what happens when you don’t eat all day. My first desire, upon leaving the bar, was to drunken dial you. I wanted to tell you that I missed you still and ask you how you cannot miss me. I wanted to be in your arms again. I stopped myself.
This morning, it began with a short cry during my walk and quickly crumbled into despair. I’ve been crying all day. I cannot stop – I couldn’t even go out because I couldn’t hold back the tears. I un-hid your profile again to look at it. It didn’t tell me anything. I hid it back immediately afterwards. I saw photos of you on Facebook – playing with the band. You look so good with your new haircut. Are you losing weight, too? You look as good to me as you did on our second date, waiting for me outside the restaurant – I fell for you right then. I took the freeway to your town in the afternoon. That’s the first time I’ve done that. Yes, I’ve been “searching” for you. I know I’m not supposed to, but I’ve lost all perspective this weekend. I’m a mess tonight.
I miss you. I had been waiting for you for so long and I finally found you, and I was so happy with you – and you don’t want me. I never expected that. I don’t want anyone else – I don’t even want to look. I know you can’t save me – that you won’t save me, that I have to save myself. I am lost.
Days since I’ve contacted my ex: 20 days
Days since I’ve searched for my ex: 0 days (relapse)
What I am thankful for: iBooks.