Last Butterflies update
B said hi on the Facebook chat. We talked a while. There really are no hard feelings on any side. That's really nice to know.
But talking to him is awkward. I guess it always has been, with all the things unsaid. Back then, I blamed it on his departure looming, all the things we couldn't say. Now I realize, that's just the way he communicates. Or un-communicates, as the case may be. I mentioned that the bosses at the theater had talked about hosting a game night for us all. He said that sounded great. I used Boss Lady as a medium and said that she had been concerned that maybe he and I couldn't be friends anymore. He asked why. I said she probably wanted to avoid any unpleasantness. B was mystified. I took out the really big puzzle pieces and demonstrated with the words, "perhaps she was under the impression that we had something going on before you left." He still didn't understand why that would amount to any bad feelings. I ventured the possibility that perhaps she was worried one of us might feel wronged by or angry at the other. He asked me if I was angry with him. I said no. He said, "well, that was settled easily."
I guess it was. Poor, clueless man.
He asked if I'd had a good winter. I said not particularly. He asked why. I said it was long and boring, I'd buckled under school pressure and I missed him. He said he could hardly blame me for that with a smiley. I said it all turned out for the best and that I owed him a thank you card, because if it wasn't for him I wouldn't have met the guy I was with now. He asked about Sven. I told him a little bit, and he said he was happy to hear I had someone who was good to me. That I deserved it. I agreed.
I asked about his new girl and he told me she lives in Stockholm and that they were trying the long-distance thing, but he was expecting it to fall to pieces. She's going travelling in October. I said sometimes these things work out and pointed out that it took a bit of... concentration. Knowing him, he'll prove himself right. Still, I wished him luck and bade him a good day.
So. It was nice. I'm glad that we can still be friends, and I'm glad to prove to myself that that's all I'll want from him. I really am completely over him. How incredibly nice to know. Godspeed, Butterflies.
But talking to him is awkward. I guess it always has been, with all the things unsaid. Back then, I blamed it on his departure looming, all the things we couldn't say. Now I realize, that's just the way he communicates. Or un-communicates, as the case may be. I mentioned that the bosses at the theater had talked about hosting a game night for us all. He said that sounded great. I used Boss Lady as a medium and said that she had been concerned that maybe he and I couldn't be friends anymore. He asked why. I said she probably wanted to avoid any unpleasantness. B was mystified. I took out the really big puzzle pieces and demonstrated with the words, "perhaps she was under the impression that we had something going on before you left." He still didn't understand why that would amount to any bad feelings. I ventured the possibility that perhaps she was worried one of us might feel wronged by or angry at the other. He asked me if I was angry with him. I said no. He said, "well, that was settled easily."
I guess it was. Poor, clueless man.
He asked if I'd had a good winter. I said not particularly. He asked why. I said it was long and boring, I'd buckled under school pressure and I missed him. He said he could hardly blame me for that with a smiley. I said it all turned out for the best and that I owed him a thank you card, because if it wasn't for him I wouldn't have met the guy I was with now. He asked about Sven. I told him a little bit, and he said he was happy to hear I had someone who was good to me. That I deserved it. I agreed.
I asked about his new girl and he told me she lives in Stockholm and that they were trying the long-distance thing, but he was expecting it to fall to pieces. She's going travelling in October. I said sometimes these things work out and pointed out that it took a bit of... concentration. Knowing him, he'll prove himself right. Still, I wished him luck and bade him a good day.
So. It was nice. I'm glad that we can still be friends, and I'm glad to prove to myself that that's all I'll want from him. I really am completely over him. How incredibly nice to know. Godspeed, Butterflies.