savoring your sympathy
Chatted online with the love-of-my-life-of-the-nineties last night. We’ll call him Bunny! Anyway, for some reason it cheered me right the hell up. And about an hour after he went to bed (because he’s old and married with a baby, the wuss) I realized I didn’t hurt so much anymore. Somehow talking to Bunny gave me some perspective or something. Or maybe it’s just nice to know that there are people out there who, despite the time that’s passed and all the shit we put each other through, still care about me.