RFotD:
There are three golf balls sitting on the moon

Weight:
who knows?

Consumption:
too much

Aimless Ramblings:
I suppose it is naive to hope to maintain a friendship after a break-up.

It wasn't as though I hadn't seen it before: Sydney and Larry; Julia and Salim; Wendy and Hart; Em and Cobi; Emily and Cedric.. those that didn't hate each other and avoid each other at all costs were, nonetheless, constantly awkward and strained.

I think I've been deluding myself for the past two months: in order to assure people that I was not falling apart, I calimed that the break-up had been a completely civil, mutual decision. I suppose that it is true: there was no scene; there were no harsh words; there was no drama. And we had discussed it before, and it was hardly out of the blue. And we did agree that it was for the best, for both of us. I convinced myself, therefore, that the reasons we had for breaking up were entirely circumstantial: we found ourselves in a position where geographical distance, familial obligations, and personal lifestyles were not conducive to continuing to nurture a relationship. It just wasn't working out, logistically. Under these conditions, therefore, remaining friends should have been a natural progression. We would still talk, and listen; hang out socially; and be there for each other.

Clearly, though, I was mistaken, because that is precisely what AL seems to want to avoid at all costs.

I can't believe he would deliberately hurt me like this. After all we've been through together, I would have thought he would have a degree of sensitivity towards me. Apparantly not.

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