the break up
March 22, 2008I guess things started to cool down in September, when Alec started school. We’d see each other and stop to chat, but he lost interest quickly, often looking away when I spoke to him or wandering off completely mid-sentence.
As weeks went by, I saw Alec less and less. He was never in the parking lot when I pulled into my spot and he stopped showing up at my door when I stepped outside. Once or twice, I even stomped past his apartment, hoping he’d hear my louder-than-usual footsteps and leap out to say “HI!” but no luck.
I missed him.
Weeks, even months, went by before I finally saw him again, the other night. I was coming home from the grocery store and setting the bags down while I fumbled for my keys, when Alec burst out of his front door. “Hi, Alec!” I exclaimed. I was so excited to see him.
My heart raced while he marched toward me. I was expecting another sweet exchange, but instead, Alex calmly said, “I don’t know your name.”
That’s when I realized it was over. Alec didn’t love me anymore. He didn’t even know my name.
I'm Christine, and this is a slice of my life—a sweet, rich, wildly indulgent slice that would taste really good with a scoop of Breyers vanilla bean ice cream. Read more >>
I run a darling, friendly, little graphic design studio.
I look on the bright side.
I take photos. Lots of photos.
I wish on stars and on websites.
I built my first web site 7 years ago and got 15 seconds of fame. (It changed my life.)
I launched, then relaunched, an online magazine.
I admitted to several embarrassing crushes.
I consumed more bacon than any human should and lived to tell the tales.
he could never love you the way i do… because he’s four.
oh no…didn’t even know your name.
how quickly love fades.
boys! and they say we are fickle! ; >
I don’t know if it was the right reaction, but this made me laugh out loud!
aww…