June 1, 2011

I don’t know why I have continued to pine for him. We spent less than two months getting to know one another— not counting the six or seven via email— and after those two months and him kicking me to the curb, I have spent the last three months moping about. It makes zero sense.

Maybe it’s because I just really thought we had a connection and that’s so rare. Maybe it’s because I’m just an idiot. Either way, I’m done with it.

Today I let go of the fantasy. It’s time to go back to real life.

And it’s time for me to get to work.

I’ve taken a couple of weeks off. I’m not ready to write about it yet, but I was involved in a horrible accident. I’m completely fine, but the other person is not. My mind is still trying to process it all.