So it begins
Apparently this is how he ends a relationship... although I really have no idea. It used to be non-stop phone calls and long rides. God, we would talk for hours. Honestly talking. Life stories, painful stories. I have bared my soul to him... funny, I never knew what that meant before. I really thought he did the same. I remember when he said we were like kindred spirits. Just let that sink in for a minute. Kindred spirits. I believed every bit of it. Yeah, I know, there's a name for people like me: SUCKERS. Pun intended. So... instead of just sitting here feeling sorry for myself, what am I going to do you ask? I'm not exactly sure at this point. I feel like I should do some really epic-symbolic thing like make a voo-doo doll and stick pins in it and chant like a pagan to the spirits of the underworld to free my mind and body from the overwhelming urge to love him. But instead I'll sit here typing. I'd rather think about how it all began. Quite innocently I assure you. Talking. That's it. Just talking. No "looking across a crowded room" experiencing love at first site or anything like that. Saying hi. Pretty simple. Not even any real attraction... well.... that's not entirely true. He's handsome. Rugged in a fashionable way. Wounded. And that vocabulary... god I breathe hard whenever I think about it. Talking, baking in the sunshine, leaning against our cars. World views, politics, life. Nothing negative at all. He's quite an optimist actually. Strange, I usually dislike optimists... realists are so much more... well..... normal. Anyway... I digress. Apparently this is how he ends a relationship.