I kept on texting him, all these months, despite my uncomfortableness at not knowing whether things could be salvaged. I didn’t really know what his intentions were until I exploded this weekend, telling him I wanted him back. He told me he wanted to work on himself and that he didn’t think he wanted to get back with me. Why the hell was he still looking for me?
I feel a bit more humorous now. Yes, I feel ridiculous. I wasn’t lead on, but it’s just so silly to think that it could work. I’m back to starting to let him go, only now I feel like I’m letting the world go. He doesn’t know how much I love him, but I know I’m better off.