the world's most perfect break-up
So I’m in some kind of pseudo fight with my boyfriend. One of those things that shouldn’t have turned into a fight, but somehow did and someone should stop it but neither of us will and it’s going to wind up going all downhill. But if only one of us would fix it! If just one of us would call, it wouldn’t be a big deal! But it won’t happen. At least not on my end. I haven’t talked to him in a week.
Part of me is fine with that. Of maybe never calling him back and having it be the world’s most perfect break-up, where no one yells or is hurt, we just let it wither away and called it a day.
Part of me wants to just end the fight. I don’t have time to fool around anymore nor am I young enough for this fake drama. I could just post a funny comment on his myspace and it would be enough of a signal for us to just go back to normal.
But maybe I don’t want to go back to normal. I don’t know what that feeling is right there. I’m kind of digging it though, this idea of just burying him and moving on, finding someone new or maybe even someone old. I don’t know. I do like him though, but if it took me only a week to forget him, do I really?
Sometimes my callousness frightens me. To be able to forget people so quickly, throw them out with the baby and the bath water and never look back. It’s going to bite me in the ass one day, if it already hasn’t…but that’s another story.
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