During the blackout Mr. Sparks texted me to see if I was okay. We texted back and forth all night. It was great! Then poof I never hear from him again. I assume he died that night. It's not malicious or anything. If he did die, it's just the fact. If he didn't, I treat him as if he died anyway.
I felt a little sadness. After all, I sparked with this guy. But I now know that it's not my problem that he disappeared. In a relationship with two people, each of them bring a certain amount of shit in it. No one person can be blamed for a failed relationship. I've always known this in my head, but for the very first time I am actually able to live it. I also know that I can't control how he acts, but I can control how I act and I can find out what happened if I wanted to. I choose not to bother. It makes no difference this time.
I have grown up. Pat on back.
What I learned: well I still have his book that I've always wanted to read, so I consider this relationship a net gain.
No more communication.
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