That's pathetic. And actually, talking it out with you guys is actually helping me move on from this a little faster.
Oh, absolutely. I'm a little hesitant to be the one to initiate conversations. If she comes to me, great. We can talk for hours. But I don't think I'll be the one to text first.
We've talked about the potential awkwardness of the situation. Her words were, "I guess. It's only awkward if you make it awkward. I won't treat you any differently." And she seemed sincere. And so far, she's been living up to her word.
It was to move on with my life. I'm not sure if I could have really moved on without telling her. If she was some random classmate who I don't really interact with, it would've been an entirely different story. But I think I needed some sort of closure, whether it would end up blowing up in my face or not. It would have been annoying looking at her every day and wanting to say sometihng, but never doing it.
I don't. There's nothing "tragic" about the situation and I certainly am not putting on the act of a "doomed poet." It's really not that serious. I'm a teenager, yes, but not one of the overdramatic ones you see on those crappy Degrassi shows. Life goes on. I know this. And it will go on, and it'll go faster if I put her behind me and seek out other women. Which...is the plan. Which...you would know if you read my other posts.