Pictures of You, Pictures of Me
How apt that my iPod died on the day that I found out you were finally attached to someone else, and gone with it, my birthday present from you last year, the pictures that you presented to me for my birthday. Pictures of us.
But you know what? I don’t feel anything. No sense of loss. Not a single bit of regret. I’m glad things played out like this. I had dreaded this day. Dreaded it so long. Dreaded it for so much of my life. I thought it would be the worst day of my life. I had envisaged myself falling into the deepest emotional abyss. Far from that. I feel great. I feel awesome. I’ve never felt better in a long time, I’ve never felt better about myself.
But you don’t pull my strings, cause I’m a better man, moving on to better things (:
P.S. I’m still waiting for you, number 5.
