Writing post haste, the first day was fine. I was still sick in bed, and could skip all work due to a wonderful doctor's note, so I snuggled with my cat and watched countless episodes of Criminal Minds and movies. One episode made me particularly happy as the boyfriend of a naive girl turned out to be this sociopathic serial killer. One point for not having a boyfriend goes to me. Watching action movies was also good, especially with hunky men. My fix was Thor, The Mechanic and Oceans Thirteen, only the later of which needed brain power.
I was quite chipper, and began to wonder whether this whole thing as actually mutual as the Lovely Man had hoped it to be. But night came, and that deep black place started to push to the surface. I broke my rule DON'T MAKE CONTACT FIRST by sending him two emails. I have to include them here as forfeit:
Dear Lovely Man,
I was just thinking back to the last time we broke up - haven't we just done the same thing we did last time? Gotten boring, then got bored, then broke up? I dunno, its prob still for the best, its just sad.
God bless
And
(I owe him a few bucks and we agreed it was easier to put it straight into the account rather than meet face to face)
I'm weak! He sent no reply, and I cried myself to sleep.
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