dinner_with_an_ex no-flower girl Seeing you didn't make me feel any better. It didn't bring the sense of peace or closure I'd hoped for. I shoveled a few bits off of my chest, the relief of which was minuscule compared with the pain of seeing you. I thought I'd healed, but I'd really only been stashing hurt away in my heart the same way I cleaned my room when I was 8--shove it under the bed. If you can't see the clutter, it counts as clean. Nice try. I don't want to hear about the blind date you're having this Saturday. Or how the great the paint I helped you pick out looks on the bedroom walls (which I'll never see again.) I don't care about your apology for being a jerk when we broke up. I can forgive you for that. I can't forgive you for not falling in love with me. 040827 ... suicidalchinadoll coffe with an ex, really seeing you was a breath of fresh air I've missed seeing people I can talk to..really speak to and I'm proud to say that 10 months later, I can speak to you, and think about you, and about us, without feeling physical pain. if nothing else, that misguided fling of last month aided in this new development. 040828 ... suicidalchinadoll *chuckles to herself* really really! stop saying really 040828 what's it to you? who go blather from