Okay, so I'm still grieving, still mourning the loss of my life's greatest love.
Someone asked last weekend if I subscribed to the "finger system" of rating guys. I learned that it was "how many fingers you'd be willing to cut off, in order to be able to sleep with that girl or guy (gender opposite)". Um... heeeelllll no! Sleeping with a guy would never warrant cutting off a finger.
M.W. on the other hand... I would cut off at least three fingers if it would give me back what we had, and another finger and two teeth, if it would give me the future that I thought we were heading for.
I'm not sure why my weekend feels so crappy. Perhaps since I walked downtown (conveniently next to V.D.s house) and saw him with his girlfriend. He has a girlfriend. Oh well. It's time for me to move on.
You know, if M.W. would have just said "Yes, you're right... I don't want to marry you and never will... so please get on with your life and get out of mine"... I think I would be recovering by now. But for some asinine reason, I actually believed that his icy heart would melt and he would feel the love and have a change of heart.
I am such a plucking idiot!
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**holding you, rocking back and forth**
Ohhhhh Big Sis!!!!! My sweet, pretty girl. I love you.
*rubbing your back, grabbing a snot-rag, and brushing the hair off your forehead*
It will be OK.
I love you.
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