I Move On...
Just under two years ago I fell in love for the first time. Since I haven't reached a second, perhaps saying "first" is being (almost typed beyond...oops) optimistic but that's beside the point. If you want the details on that heartbreak, I think I blogged about it in July 06. If not there's old episodes of Galore where I discuss it. Or you can ask.
But again I digress.
On the night Parker told me he was dying, I cried my eyes out and used a shirt he had left which looked very much like the one in the picture above as a life line. I wiped all kinds of wet mucus-y gook off my face with the shirt and clutched it to my breaking heart as if I could wrap it around the tear and start mending. At that point, it still smelled like him too.
And then I found out he wasn't dying. And life moved on. And I still kept the shirt. Partially just that old fashioned German efficiency gene that didn't want to waste a perfectly good shirt. Partially cause...just cause.
I haven't worn it. I've barely touched it since that summer. And now I'm facing a move where every inch of space and ounce of weight is at a premium, cause if it can't fit in my car, it's not making the move.
So I finally decided it was time to cut the cord...as it were.
Here's the shirt now.
***DAMNIT! I TOOK ALL THESE PICTURES OF THE SHIRT CUT UP BUT CAN'T UPLOAD THEM UNLESS I UPGRADE THE ACCOUNT! CHECK IT OUT AT THIS LINK http://galoreyblast.blogspot.com/2008/02/boys-suck.html
THANK YOU LIVEJOURNAL FOR MAKING MY RANT COMPLETELY ANTI-CLIMACTIC.***
I guess if there's one thing my relationship with Parker taught me, is that things don't always go the way you want. :P
Back to being dark and thoughtful now that the mood has been ruined...
Is this me being vindictive? Hardly, it's been nearly two years. Was it theraputic? Sure. For what it's worth.
I haven't gotten over the hurt of the heartbreak. Or the lies that caused it. I don't know if I ever will. But, like a limp from an injury, I've gotten used to it. It's part of my history. Part of who I am.
But it's time for me to move on.
And by move on...guess who's landed a place in West Hollywood, California!
But that's a happier post, and as I've learned in class, every scene should only have one purpose. This one was to cleanse.