Calling him would've been futile. He'd not answer anyway.
Emailing him wouldn't have made any difference.
Today's date really means something to me. Exactly one year ago, I slept with M for the first time. First time for me.
But do you think M actually remembers the significance of today's date? Noooooooo.... Of course not. He'd rather remember dates of early human migrations, timelines of early South East Asian wars, the evolution of mankind, the importance of DNA, the importance of being able to wheedle out freebies from unsuspecting company enthralled by his charisma, the mysteries of the universe......
I'm too "petty" for him. Too unimportant. Totally insignificant. Doesn't matter how I feel. So unimportant and insignificant I could just so easily be used and dumped like a useless rag-doll.
2 comments:
hey june....
sorry to hear about your ordeal...
must have been very meaningful for you to remember this "first time" for you... what am i talking... of course it means something since it's the first.
well, since you're no longer with him (i'm guessing)... you're free to know the rest of the world... a better soul perhaps.
Thanks, Zewt. I've given up on this whole relationship business anyway.
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