August 18, 2008
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Easy come, easy go.
Email is a singularly poor medium for the "Dear John" letter.
I knew this was going to happen eventually... he and I were so woefully incompatible on so many levels that we couldn't possibly have stayed together for any length of time.
I had this vision that we would break up a little more mutually, decide that it was time to go our separate ways and do so. I didn't think it would be like this.
I finally complained about how he was sending so many mixed messages, and he (probably figuring that anyone who can't be played with completely on his terms is too "high maintenance") promptly dumped me. I wish I hadn't been responsible for that last triggering event; I know it's not my fault---he's a jerk, and I really did nothing wrong---but the fact that I said angry things to him just before he broke up with me makes me feel like I could have done something different, and kept him perhaps a little longer.
Dammit! I didn't even like him that much! Why am I so sad to lose him?
I think it's because this means that I am once again, alone.
Even if he wasn't everything I wanted, he was better than no one at all.
