A painful Sunday
I woke up early and checked his facebook page. There was no update and that annoyed me. I felt miserable again. Is my ex thinking about me no more? Could he have moved on? Ugh, I got back into bed. I checked out his blog several times and googled his name every few hours.
I got a call a few times, and I heard no one on the other end. I was beaming. I was ridiculously happy. I flirtishly said ‘hello’ for a few minutes each time and said goodbye before hanging up. But later that night, I got to know that a friend of mine from out of town was trying to call me and couldn’t hear anything from my end. The balloon burst. My ex hadn’t called me at all. This felt just as worse as the break up, I was reliving the pain every now and then with sporadic bursts of bliss.
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