A year ago
Wow. Just read this entry again. It's from a year ago. A *year* ago. We should have broken up then. But no, neither of us were ready to let go yet. *sigh* I really wish I'd been ready. It all seems so clear to me when I look at this. And justaqt's comment especially rings true. He did care to do small things for me sometimes, but it was generally if I asked him to, and maybe when he felt the relationship was in trouble.
He still never bought me flowers. Dammit, I'm going to find a man who will buy me flowers. And a man who I can have amazing conversations with.
I just wish I weren't already 28, and I wish I knew where I'd be living for the next couple of years so I could actually, you know, try to think about dating.
He still never bought me flowers. Dammit, I'm going to find a man who will buy me flowers. And a man who I can have amazing conversations with.
I just wish I weren't already 28, and I wish I knew where I'd be living for the next couple of years so I could actually, you know, try to think about dating.