Fate sucks. "Oh look! The new Cabella's is right next to Archivers! It must be fate!" Now everytime I go to Archivers I think of him.
And what did I find today, looking through t-shirts at a thrift store? A "Cabella's" t-shirt! Argh!
I miss his voice. I miss his chuckle. I miss, even, him calling me "baby." Last night, I wondered if he would understand about Walt appearing to John in "Lost" and wanted to call him to explain about Walt and Michael.
When I woke up from a bad dream in the middle of the night, I wanted to call him.
When I tried a new meatloaf recipe, I wanted him to be the first to taste it. I look at the big bag of potatoes in my pantry and I think of how he loves potatoes.
But his life is a MESS. He so needs to grow up into his adult body. I can't take on that mess.
I've never broken up with someone I still cared about. Actually, save for my divorce, I really never broke up with anyone at all. Unless you count Jeff and Tommy in jr.high. And I couldn't even break up with them directly, I had to have a friend tell them.
This sucks. I don't want to still have feelings for him.
Help me get over it.
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