Unlike my soul.
SO EMO, rite? RITE?
Roommate (who is actually ex-roommate, but will remain Roommate in mon memoire) came over to the place tonight to “talk.” Said “talk” was my idea, but as
I arrived drunk from a night at the bar, there was less talking I’d (quixotic-ally?)
hoped for. For which I’d hoped.
But it came out: “Do you really think this is going to work?”
I was lying next to him in my new bed–the bed in which we’d never sleep together. He was quiet for a moment.
“Well, apparently you don’t. I thought it would. I thought.” He was quiet. He said he had to go.
“WHAT? You don’t even want an explanation?” I was angry. If you like someone so much, do you let them walk out of your life? Or do you–like some Hollywood B movie–demand that they try to win you back?
He didn’t try. But he sent me an email, I sent him one, and it’s just alllll so very confusing now.
More will come.
