Aftermath/Recovery?

I just emailed Clive. I had to. We’ve been in increasingly cordial text contact for days. But tonight he casually informed me that he wouldn’t be available either weekend before Christmas (not including this one, which is already booked-up for both of us). We’d planned a fabulous night of drag before Christmas, for which either I or both of us would dress up à la Priscilla. But now it is not to be. If we’d still been going out, I can’t help but feel he’d’ve made time.

So I emailed him, and let him know exactly how I felt about everything. I don’t suppose I’ll see him for more than five minutes (a painful exchange of belongings) this year, so it doesn’t really matter. I have nothing to lose. Let him understand how I feel.