Once again, days turn into weeks, weeks turn into months. After 4 months of my outburst, on a Friday night, it's raining. Dan and I... Dan and I had no contact, at all. No phone calls, no tweets, no Facebook messages. He hasn't even posted a video. So yes, we're really over.
I made a few videos, but they're not the same. I'm not the same without Dan. Who could be? Even I know the quality is really bad, but thankfully I have amazing subscribers. Some of them even asked where Dan is and… And I didn't know what to reply. So I just said busy. But that's the way it needed to be.
But on that Friday night when it's raining, I'm curled up on my couch in my living room in my apartment watching Netflix. Yes, I'm still alone, still pathetic, still in love with him. I spill out my hot cocoa when the doorbell rings. I don't want to open the door, but that someone doesn't stop.
'All right, I'm coming!' I shout angrily. I just want to be left alone.
When I open the door (still in my blanket cocoon) it's... Yeah, well, I'm surprised as hell. It's Dan.
'Dan, I don't want to hear it.' I sigh. I'm trying to slam the door into his face, but he doesn't let me.
'Yes, you do. Just hear me out, okay? One minutes, that's all I'm asking.' He is standing in the rain, all wet and gorgeous. And I can't say no. So I nod. 'I broke up with Amelia.'
'Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.' I say in the most polite way. I'm surprised. I really am. They seemed perfect together. 'But I don't see how I can...'
'I broke up with her because of you.' I'm even more surprised. I never thought I could hear anything like that. 'You were right, Philip. I didn't understand. But this, being away from you changed everything.' I start shaking my head. Even if it's good, I don't want to hear it.
'Dan, I think you should go.'
'No.' He says forcefully. As he walks in, I involuntarily step back. 'I love you, you bloody dork.'
