I sent the guy (the writer, the one I love[d?]) an email explaining why I can't talk to him anymore. I feel proud of myself. He responded with literally two fucking sentences. That confirms everything I already knew. I was a distraction for him, I think, and once the excitement and novelty of his shiny new toy wore off, it was over for him.
Today, the 10th, makes four days of no contact. Now I need to get to the point of not twitter stalking him. I can get there. I will get there. I'm determined.
12:48 a.m. - 2014-08-10