Mid, Annie, Missy and K are the pb, nutella, honey and jam in my sandwiches!
I wrote long emails I never sent—detailing how heartbroken I was, how wrong he was to do this to us, how much I still loved and missed him—and kept reminding myself he would change his mind, and so I'd delete them before I could send them. I would open his Twitter and look for signs he missed me, often reading his Tweets and trying to connect them to something he was missing about me, about us.
Facebook became my obsession. I almost felt like I was stalking him. Almost.
I noticed he'd removed his "In a relationship with" from his profile and I wondered when he had done that. Several times I wanted to comment on his wall. Ask him how he was doing, what he was up to, was he as upset as I was still. Then I remembered he broke up with me and wondered if he even cared at all.
Over the next three months, I must have checked Facebook four or five times a day. Wondering who the redhead was that he was with in that one picture—was he hooking up with her? Kissing her? Had he given his virginity to her? Who was that blond girl he was talking to in that party picture he was tagged in? Were they dating? Did he love her?
Did he ever really love me?
The biggest blow was the other girl in the pictures, the one from before, the one he seemed closer to than any other girl he was pictured with. Something had changed over time. Something big, something I couldn't quite put my finger on.
But it was noticeable; even to me.
I'd like to thank everyone for rec'ing this on different sites. I love you all. This special early update is brought to you by vampiregirl93 if you haven't read her stuff you should! This will count as one of my two updates for tomorrow. Not sure when the second one will post as I'm off to London to say a final goodbye to my Grandma.