I am an open book....
So Andrew and i had a 4 hour conversation that ended in us realizing i needed some time to sort out my head. We agreed we are technically still "seeing each other" but just...Not. I had been going through a real rough patch, as far as feeling disconnected and uncentered, etc. In short, i missed Patrick. But more then that..i was realizing more and more that i quite simply didnt want to be IN anything, i just wanted to be Me for a while.
Apparently Patrick was going through more or less the same thing. One day we started talking and he told me that. He told me he thinks about me every day, and Candice and him are having problems. We talked lightly about chilling one day, maybe having this long overdue conversation about the lingering feelings we both have.
Later (like a few hours later) he called me, said he was around the block, asked if i wanted to talk. I said "sure". I wasnt really thinking. He came in, we hung out, he killed a spider or two...we kissed. It was incredibly hot...but more then that...
Incredibly Sad...
we dont work, we know it...We would break up again...and niether of us could take it. The pain isnt worth it i guess...
So he left...i was in tears...so was he. It really was terrifically sad.
Apparently the truth of that incident wouldve fucked up his plans with Candice (him staying with her now that i made it clear we had no hope)...and he pinned it all on me. Tellign her i wanted to see him, etc...
Well LESSON LEARNED. They are both out of my life, i have nothing to say to to either of them. I really do hope he is incredibly happy...
But more then that i hope he has the good sense to just leave me the fuck alone.
Apparently Patrick was going through more or less the same thing. One day we started talking and he told me that. He told me he thinks about me every day, and Candice and him are having problems. We talked lightly about chilling one day, maybe having this long overdue conversation about the lingering feelings we both have.
Later (like a few hours later) he called me, said he was around the block, asked if i wanted to talk. I said "sure". I wasnt really thinking. He came in, we hung out, he killed a spider or two...we kissed. It was incredibly hot...but more then that...
Incredibly Sad...
we dont work, we know it...We would break up again...and niether of us could take it. The pain isnt worth it i guess...
So he left...i was in tears...so was he. It really was terrifically sad.
Apparently the truth of that incident wouldve fucked up his plans with Candice (him staying with her now that i made it clear we had no hope)...and he pinned it all on me. Tellign her i wanted to see him, etc...
Well LESSON LEARNED. They are both out of my life, i have nothing to say to to either of them. I really do hope he is incredibly happy...
But more then that i hope he has the good sense to just leave me the fuck alone.