OK, so I saw her.
No dramatics, thank God.
So like the whole thing was kinda sorta freaky. I was very apprehensive, total upset stomach as the time approached. When I saw her, I was sad in a 'something is over' kind of way but I was afraid I was going to be sad in a 'WTF did I do kind of way'. I wasn't. I noticed all of her imperfections, little shit I knew was there but never really took note of before - if you know what I mean. That 'emotional filter' was no longer on the lens, soft-focus was turned off. I guess that means I'm over her - or at least starting to be over her.
I really liked her, loved her, but she was such an emotional wreck I couldn't handle her. She was messing me up.
The sex was the best I've ever had though. Does thinking that and missing it make me a bad person?
No dramatics, thank God.
So like the whole thing was kinda sorta freaky. I was very apprehensive, total upset stomach as the time approached. When I saw her, I was sad in a 'something is over' kind of way but I was afraid I was going to be sad in a 'WTF did I do kind of way'. I wasn't. I noticed all of her imperfections, little shit I knew was there but never really took note of before - if you know what I mean. That 'emotional filter' was no longer on the lens, soft-focus was turned off. I guess that means I'm over her - or at least starting to be over her.
I really liked her, loved her, but she was such an emotional wreck I couldn't handle her. She was messing me up.
The sex was the best I've ever had though. Does thinking that and missing it make me a bad person?