Who is the one person you hope isn’t reading your blog? Why?
It’s the girl from the post, The Letter That Killed Me.
My entire blog wouldn’t interest her one bit. Save for that particular piece. That—I bet—would bring fire into her eyes. And not the romantic kind, mind you.
We had only one argument. That happened just a few months after she gave me that letter. It went down fast and it went hard.
How did that start?
Since I was nursing a broken heart and I was still spouting poems and lyrics and stories—albeit sad—I channeled everything I felt on paper. A few friends, mostly my roommates, read it then persuaded me to have it published. Frankly, I already had that idea. I just needed someone to agree with me. So I did.
Predictably, I received raves of sort from friends and familiar folk. Save for one person.
Just days after the release of that particular issue—not even a full week went by—she sought me. While I was admittedly happy to see her, it was strange to see her without her usual smile. For the every first time, I saw her angry. Worse, she was angry at me.
Now if only you were there to hear and see us argue in the library, it would not be of any doubt why we became the gossip of the day. Possibly even for the week.
Yeah, I know I courted danger when I had that poem published. Same with the blog post. But I would risk it again and again, if only to write about her—not to necessarily anger her, for sure.
But, for the record, she has this rare and unexpected beauty that could only come out when she’s angry.
like reading on trains 
aawww… haven’t gotten over her yet, ey?
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Possible. But more of I don’t want to anger her anymore.
“Hell hath no fury than a woman scorned” is true.
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For sure!! LOL.
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omg…….deja vu
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Wow.
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that’s heartbreaking. 😦
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Guess it is.
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Love it!
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Thanks!
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She must have felt her privacy had been exposed or something, although i saw nothing harmful when i read the post.
Aah, how do you guess women’s heart? I guess the best way is to do trials and errors.
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Or she doesn’t want to be reminded of the “ugly” part of what happened between us? Not sure.
There’s nothing that would give us certainty about what they think. They’re the eternal mystery.
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It took me two years to get over a guy who I thought was the love of my life. Take your time to get it out of your system. Sometimes, feelings are hard to get out of your system and they may still be there without you ever knowing it. Ain’t no shame in being sad. Absolutely no shame at all.
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Thanks for that!
I’ve heard of stories of people who took even a decade to get over one person. Unbelievable right?
And I’ve heard of others claim that you never really get over someone. You may have stopped crying and hurting and being indifferent but you’ll always have that space–no matter small–for that person in your heart and mind.
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I’ve seen people like that. Eight years and they still were looking for answers. I’ve gotten over my ex because I realized how hurtful he really was and saw how he saw me through his eyes. And I was nothing to him except a person who would do him a favor whenever he needed. I’ve kept the good memories but you can bet I’m leaving him behind for good. Plus my close friends will never forgive me if I give in to him again. 🙂
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He sounds like bad news. It’s good that you left him.
I’ve always been thankful for friends who–even tho I go crazy and they go along with it–they still have their sensibilities with them, enough to tell me that what’s going on is wrong.
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I had a friend tell me a story about a friend of hers, who had gone to counseling. She was having troubles with her boyfriend and was explaining the whole situation, exasperated. The Counselor turned to her and said, “I think your boyfriend has excellent communication skills.” The girl turned and was attentive, as if she had missed something and was hoping to see what shining nugget of love he had for her. “Yes,” said the Counselor, “He’s communicated very clearly that he doesn’t give a damn about you.” It was my friend’s way of telling me that my ex was doing the same thing.
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That counselor has a way with words. Wow!
Maybe if a friend gets into a similar situation, hope I could use the same line. It’s very arresting.
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That really woke me up. She’s a friend who would NEVER butt into my choices but that time she did. And I will forever be grateful. I hope you won’t have to give that advice!
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Great blog! It sounds like you have a great friend!
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Thank you so much!
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