I can't spend the rest of my days wondering why he flaked out again and hasn't called, despite the message he'd sent saying that he "didn't forget" about me. Life would have been a lot simpler if he hadn't told me that and kept asking me about my schedule. It would have been a whole lot easier to forget him, as my friends have been suggesting that I do. I can't blame him for being busy, but at the same time I really wish that he wasn't so confusing.
If he still wants to see me, then he has my number. Until then, I don't want to hold my breath any longer.
So I'm going to assume it's headed nowhere, cut my losses, and move on. I've got other things to worry about, anyway.
Here are the obligatory (somewhat relevant) sad songs:
I'll be fine, as long as I'm able to breathe. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. At least I've gained some perspective on the matter.
Now that that's done, on to actual priorities...
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