Awwww look at that poor heart, all battered and bruised.
That heart wasn't born looking that way. And do you know who is responsible for it?
That's right. My heart. My responsibility.
Six months almost to the fucking day after the dreaded phone call saying, "I just want to be friends", 3.5 months after the last email, I hear from him.
And how do I feel about that? Quivery. Fluctuating between anger and sadness, regret and something else.
And I find myself wondering, what in the world is he even doing on my blog? And why respond now after all the heart broken posts in the past, why now does he choose to respond to this one?
I wonder how many times I've written about this since July 1st? Let's see....
Ya know, I was going to go back through every post and link to each one where I had discussed this. But.... I just can't be arsed.
The one that I will find, that sums it up best is that post I did with all the music videos.....
Fuck it. I'll just repost the relevant bits here with new links since one looks to be dead.
The first music video- how I thought he felt about me.
(I used to love this song. Was my absolute favorite. Now it makes me sick and I never listen to it.)
The second music video- how I felt when he ended it.
(Listened to this song over and over and over. The angst. A perfect match.)
The third music video- the lesson I spent 6 months learning
Of all the heart broken posts I've put up, he responds now. And I don't know why. Why did this post compel him to step up and put his two cents back in the pool? I know he doesn't give two shits what anyone else on the planet thinks of him. Curious.
And now that I posted my reply to him in the comments section... now that I've written this blog post about it...
How do I feel?
YAY ME!!!!!! :)