Ok, so I've been staring at the screen trying to find out where to begin.
And THEN I fell asleep with my 'puter in my lap and had this little dream about these two people (a man and a woman) chasing someone through some sewer tunnels trying to take from him this serum from his coat pocket. They cornered him and when he took out one syringe full of the serum to inject himself, the woman lunged at him and instead the needle bent and wound up puncturing her arm as she tried to grab him. She pulled back, a look of horror on her now pale-white face. She knew she was tainted by this evil concoction and began to change into this huge, hideous worm-like creature. While she lay there in her newly transformed body, sobbing loudly, her male partner who is now filled with an unspeakable rage kills the man they were chasing and then drops to the side of the worm-woman to sob with her and grieve for the impending loss. He knew he had to kill her.
And I woke up.
I'm so beyond exhausted from getting only like two hours of sleep last night. Sweetness wound up texting me pretty late (or early, depending how you look at it). He wanted to inform me that he responded to my email. I pulled myself out of bed, filled with curiosity. I read and re-read the email so many times unable to believe what he was saying and admittedly some of it didn't really make sense.
Basically he misunderstood what I was meaning in my email. He took so much of it out of context and turned it into something so nasty that he felt attacked and was hurt. I finally had to text him back and asked to talk to explain. I did just that and he began to see things from my perspective and then let me know how things were on his side.
We know we each just want whats best for eachother and for us both to be happy no matter what. While he loves me, he doesn't want to get in the way of anything good happening for me. We settled everything, mostly. There are just a couple more things to iron the wrinkles out of.
We've both concluded that neither of us are in a position to date anybody (eachother included). I want/need to work on myself and he, him. Its done,we're ok.
Good. I'm exhausted.
9 comments:
The drinking of Tequila (although MAYBE minus the worm...) is definitely a mission to accept
Ah so you were serious about the email! We'll see how I feel after a good tequila buzz ;)
Otherwise, you have a great weekend too
Of course I don't know you... I assumed this was friendly banter amongst fellow bloggers.
If you so wish to write a poem on the topic of being screwed over, I would read it with much interest. We all have issues, thats a normal part of life, just dig deep to find for whom it should be written.
As did I :) You are quite welcome and thank you to you as well!
By the way, kind sir, I was thoroughly disappointed that in one of your "comments" you forgot to leave with me a crucial piece of information. I'd hate to pass up the opportunity to know the soul of a poet!
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