The Break Up

Fringe

I was sitting on my sofa watching Fringe. Had just eaten some Indian food that we always used to make together (one of those instant boxes that you just had to add some chicken to). Tasted amazing.

I started crying. I didn’t want to. But i did. One of my dogs came up to me and laid on my chest. They truly are man’s best friend. She looked at me as if to say, its going to get better.

I needed to get her stuff out of my place so I grabbed a few boxes of clothes and dropped it off at her place around 9:30pm. Yeah I know, I didn’t have to do it, but just because it was over, didn’t mean I had already gotten over her. She was quiet, and she looked beautiful in her Pink Floyd shirt. I started unloading stuff and she helped me bring stuff in. There were few words said but there was undeniable tension. I just kept thinking to myself “why, why did you ruin such a great thing…”.

Finally the last of it was out of my car. I said I had to go, and she started crying. I wanted to cry too. I walked her to her door, and as she tried to unjam a rock that we had been using to hold it open, i went to close the front gate. I turned around and she was looking down at me through the glass door as it was closing. I had intended on going up, and I could’ve waved her to come down and open it, but I chalked it up to fate. Turned around, got into my car, took one last look at a parking spot that had opened up in front of her building, and left.

I went to work out after that. My mind was numb and I don’t think I had one thought. Just go through the motions.

One of my friends asked me if I wanted to go to a bar (2 dollar pitchers of Coors). It’ll help me forget. I told him I was too depressed. I went to bed and woke up to a text that said she missed me. I texted back that I missed her too.