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Remember how I said I knew him enough to know that he wasn't gonna answer?
Well, at least I still know him that much. I wrote that email, when, Thursday night? It's Tuesday night now, which means it's practically Wednesday morning over there, so unless he's taken a few more days after Easter break to, god, whatever and he hasn't checked his email (can't really buy that). Which means he's not gonna answer. And... I don't know. Right now, I can almost say I'm no longer wishing for him to answer, but for me to forget. To let go.
Surprisingly, it's slowly starting to hurt less... and I had written that, that line? With the "hurting a little less" not five minutes ago and then I don't know why I opened up this other email account, figuring I'd check it, haven't in months, considering it was the one I tended to use with him and I found this email, from August of last year that said "See you tomorrow", him, just saying goodnight and saying he loved me and... that was three months before we broke up. See you tomorrow, the last email I have of him. Fucking ironic, huh?
Fuck. Gotta... something. Whatever.
Well, at least I still know him that much. I wrote that email, when, Thursday night? It's Tuesday night now, which means it's practically Wednesday morning over there, so unless he's taken a few more days after Easter break to, god, whatever and he hasn't checked his email (can't really buy that). Which means he's not gonna answer. And... I don't know. Right now, I can almost say I'm no longer wishing for him to answer, but for me to forget. To let go.
Surprisingly, it's slowly starting to hurt less... and I had written that, that line? With the "hurting a little less" not five minutes ago and then I don't know why I opened up this other email account, figuring I'd check it, haven't in months, considering it was the one I tended to use with him and I found this email, from August of last year that said "See you tomorrow", him, just saying goodnight and saying he loved me and... that was three months before we broke up. See you tomorrow, the last email I have of him. Fucking ironic, huh?
Fuck. Gotta... something. Whatever.