So my one ex, A2, as I called him. Well I didn't see him when he came into town. He kept emailing me when he went home, sending song lyrics to me, professing his love.
I finally recently stressed to him that I had moved on (to twittercrush, ironically enough) and that we weren't ever getting back together. Instead of ignoring him, which didn't work since he messaged me at least once daily, I was completely honest with him. I needed to be. I felt I was somewhat leading him on. I hate games so won't play them. And he accepted it. But claims I broke his heart.
I feel awful about it. Now I remember how it feels!!!!
My sweet M will be thrilled things are over with twittercrush. He's been waiting patiently in the sidelines. He's a great guy.
B makes me laugh. I rarely respond to his messages. Once in a blue moon I'll get one from him saying he's giving up. Then a few weeks later, he tells me he misses me or he's thinking about me or tells me I'm beautiful.
J stopped emailing me when I told him
I wouldn't be going to Montreal with him.
Guess I'm somewhat happy for these distractions now except I can't imagine moving on anytime soon.
