My mum would always say some relationship just end. Just like a shooting star, they burn bright and brilliant, then nothing in particular happens, and they reach their end. And it is true. When I was younger I had a very good relationship just fall apart for we neither fought nor argued. We just decided it was time to move on and go our separate ways. And our break-up was executed maturely with a chat over coffee followed by a hug and a kiss goodbye. When I think about it all relationships should end this way - no drama, no drunk-calling, no rebound sex. Just drink up and move the fuck on. But rarely does one let go so lightly. Break-ups are messy. Some are painful, some are civil and yet some are plain weird. Had any interesting break-ups lately? =]
I guess some of you are wondering what happened to my 2012-man? Did we have the ultimate closure or a tearful reunion? Was it messy? Well, unlike Hollywood there were no grand gestures or poetic vows. It all ended with a text, followed by ten drunk texts and an apologetic (sober) email. I did go a little psychotic that night...straightjacketed due to vast alcohol consumption ... oops (!)
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Me (via text): Gibberish...Gibberish...Some more drunken gibberish... [From what I remember it went on for hours without a response from the other side].
2012-man (via text): get the message hun - not interested. stop messaging me.
Me (via text): Something very drunken about fucking wanna-be models, dancers and actress [I actually did have a point here for my 2012-man is convinced he is surrounded by superstars. But hey listen, hun, get the message, if they were any good they would have made it big by now! Raising stars past twenty - God, please, you are a fool!]
2012-man (via text): *the peace sign*
Me (via text): Something very drunk and nonsensical x 10 (!)
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Several hours later and a pounding head:
Me (via email): I am sorry I am a bad drunk. And yes, I got the message. I will not message u again.
2012-man (via email, text, pigeon carrier): NO RESPONSE!
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A little disappointing don't you think? But at least I made my point - don't mess with me or I will get drunk and turn into a text-monster muhahaha (!) But all jokes aside, I had my closure and hopefully never see him again. I needed to let lose and let him know how I feel. Although I am pretty sure my drunken gibberish failed to convey any meaningful text - you can't blame me for lack of trying. But I do have one last message for my 2012-man:
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