It was a talk about a talk
Split up with the love of my life one fine summer's evening last year, all due to wanting to talk about when we could talk about moving in.
Me: So, can we at least set a date we can talk about it?
Her: I don't think you'll like it.
Me (sinking feeling): Why, are you going to say no?
Her: Yes. I love you lots, but I'm not sure you're the man I'm going to spend the rest of my life with.

Big, stinking arse bags. After nearly 4 years of wonderful relationship, it took about 3 sentences to destroy it. Wasn't even a problem with our relationship at the time, just worries about the future.
And in the past 8 1/2 months since, I've managed not to phone or text her. Sent her a birthday card, but no real communication. Took a lot of effort, but boy, does it suck. But hopefully considerably less than if I'd tried to contact her. i certainly hope so, otherwise I've put myself through a lot of grief for little gain. Still miss her. Apologies for being a bit miserable, but I guess we really don't need to talk.

Length, bah. Too long was part of the problem.
(badfiremonkey, Thu 26 Apr 2007, 14:14, Reply)