Don’t Judge Me
I am meeting Selfish Idiot for coffee tomorrow.
Don’t judge me. And stop rolling your eyes.
I can’t stop thinking about him, about the end of our relationship, about everything. I finally realized I had nothing to lose– could I become even MORE broken-hearted, if I asked him to meet and he said “No”? No, I could not be more broken-hearted. In fact, I was almost hoping he WOULD say “No,” so I could then close the book on things, say he doesn’t want to speak to me… and just try to move on from there, from that point of blaming him.
I sent him a text that said, “I would like to see you.”
Self Idiot: Why?
Me: Because I would like to speak with you outside of email. And I haven’t seen you in a long time.
SI: OK. Where and when?
So, there you have it. We are meeting for coffee tomorrow night.
I have no agenda, nothing in particular to say to him. In fact, the very strange thing is that since we set up this meeting, I haven’t thought about him at all. Not a single time today.
Is that good?
