On New Years Eve of 2008, I met a guy I would eventually fall in love with.
Ninety days later, he left the country.
This blog is both an online diary of the thirty9 weeks until I see him again
& a recollection of the events that created 'us'.
A running commentary on a long distance relationship friendship.


A failed relationship - documented.
The final installment of 'Our Story' was never written & I doubt it ever will be.

Friday, July 24, 2009

So, now what?

What the hell did you expect when you sent me that text? What did you want me to say? What did you want me to do? What did you expect from me?

Half the message was missing anyways but for God's sake, of course i'm gonna fucking worry. You sound like you're falling apart.

You KNOW I care. You shouldn't have any doubt about that. So when I say pick up the phone. Pick. Up. The. Fucking. Phone.

How dare you treat me like that! I'm not an object sitting on the other side of the world just waiting for you to fall apart. If you send me a text like that you better be fucking ready to tell me what's going on.

I am a person, you seem to have forgotten. I am affected when you don't contact me for ages. I am affected when you do.

Stop fucking hurting me.