A pity she and I couldn’t work out together.
While I suspect she now wants to avoid me forever, I’d like to thank her for the good times we did have.
Why did it not work out?
I don’t know. Your guess is as good as mine. I guess I just didn’t bring enough to the table. My approach wasn’t good, I made some bad mistakes here and there.
She probably wasn’t looking for a guy like me. What a pity. She sure enjoyed sharing a laugh many times. She liked to laugh at my jokes, or at the funny things I used to say.
It baffles me, it really does. Four years down the drain, just like that.
Why do I bring this up? Perhaps as a vain attempt to put this in the books for good, to move on with life finally.
But I had a dream last night where she was in it. A very odd and random dream (like many of the dreams I have) that featured me and her together.
We were in some sort of apartment or dorm room together, if memory serves me correctly. No, there was nothing you would see on Cinemax late night. ::Waits for readers to put their Astroglide, KY, and/or Jergens away:: The thing I remember most was how happy she seemed to be. She had a smile on her face; so did I. I guess we were happy to be living together, or something. Who knows?
I suspect she wants nothing to do with me anymore because she’s gone poof for a while now (getting on her Jack Bauer grind, it seems) and even just trying to say hi to her online or through other means would involve too much of an effort with an ever-decreasing and diminishing return.
Pretty much, yeah. But don’t worry, I still have my head up high. I know what I have to do, and it does NOT involve looking into a mirror (word to Stuart Smalley).
Oh well, I should just end this post on a high note. I present to you: GRACE O’CONNOR!
<——– Now isn’t that amazing?