Because I texted him the not-so-pitiful text, because I have been put to shame, because I have to back off or else aggravate the situation, he has the upper hand. I cannot handle this. Why won't he text me? Why won't he text me?
I found myself stumbling ("stumbling") upon some video clips of him playing (being a musician and all), and stared like a swooning school girl (trite wording, apologies, but let's face it, this entire thought process is trite, this entire blogpost is trite.).
The only reason I'm doing such ridiculous things is because I no longer have the upper hand. I feel out of control of the situation. This is my reaction to not being in control. I gave too much of myself, and cannot retract it, cannot fix it, can only wait.
No comments:
Post a Comment