Mon 07/05/2012

I missed you today.  Today was a day of sadness and memories.  Mostly, I think, because I went to F, where we had dinner with your parents that time, and I remembered what a wonderful evening we had, how happy we were, how well I got on with your parents.  I just remembered us.  And it was sad for me.  It was just one of those days I guess.  I really miss you sometimes, A.  Where are you?  What are you doing? 

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Mon 30/04/2012

Also, you know P?  I’d started to give up on him because I haven’t seen him for weeks and he visited his ex (I think)… but then I saw him last night and there was the flirting and the joking together and the laughing and the him finding my stupid jokes funny.  It’s frustrating.  

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Sun 29/04/2012

NW has tumblr.  You’re encouraging your followers to follow her.  I don’t want to.  And she posted (and you reblogged) a picture of her arse.  I have no desire to see your girlfriend’s butt on my tumblr dash.  Sort it out.  What are you doing with her?

MC annoyed me the other day.  He was basically saying how I’m never going to be over you and able to move on unless we meet up and you reject me.  Firstly, I wish he wouldn’t keep saying that you and I are never going to get back together, anything’s possible.  (Admittedly, I think at this point it’s unlikely, but I think I’ve accepted that, and it’s not really his place.)  Secondly, I’ve been saying for ages that I think I need to see you and get some sort of closure.  Thirdly, I’ve tried.  I’ve tried. I’ve suggested so many times we meet up, and every time you’ve cancelled or just not shown up.  That’s not my fault, that’s yours, A. 

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Wed 18/04/2012

You posted a photo of NW today.  I’m pretty sure you were walking your grandma’s dog.  That should be me.  In fact, a few years ago, that was me walking the dog with you.  It made me sad.   I wish everything was simpler.

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Sat 07/04/2012

Mum had another accident yesterday.  Thankfully nowhere near as bad as last time, which is good because I’m genuinely not sure if I could go through that again.  So anyway, I jumped in the car and came back to mum’s… meant I was driving the route I used to take to visit you in G-town at the same time as I drove it to visit you.  It made me miss you. 

It also hit me that it’s been more than two years.  More than two years since we broke up, more than two years since we saw each other (despite all your promises of meeting up).  It’s not been an easy two years.

I think I might be moving on.  I’m not entirely certain, but I feel a bit different.  I still love you, and I don’t think that will ever change, but I think maybe I’m moving on.  I don’t know.  It’s hard to tell. 

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