I was sitting in choir practice at 8:18 PM when the following text arrived on my phone:
You psyched about the "Idol" results tonight? Picked Jordin as my horse several weeks ago, with Blake to come in second. Right so far...
I felt sick. I called my sponsor. I cried in the cab on my way home. I didn't watch the "Idol" results. I didn't text him back. And now that I've blogged it, I'm going to delete it from my phone.
Despite everything, I still love him.
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2 comments:
He reminds me of a virus: he's unhealthy, and he never seems to go away completely. He lurks in the background while you're in remission, and then when the opportunity presents itself, he makes himself known again.
Take care of yourself until the outbreak passes! *hug*
I almost agree with everything aravis said. However, do you love yourself enough to let him go?
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